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Noble oboe now sings every next saturday evening (Free verse) by ALChemy

Pale meadows streaming blue waves of Tuscany dreams fellowships embark upon the Moonbeam Starship Satellite willows lead the way to home and lost memories what pure delight.

ALChemy 27-Jul-05/5:23 AM
Yeah your probably right. It was a stream of thought poem so if I changed it. It wouldn't be stream of thought. So I've got to keep it the same. If I did change it I'd probably drop "Satellite". The title by the way is a parody of some of the many seemingly nonsensical titles you may have seen attributed to other poems.




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