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Harmony (Free verse) by MacFrantic
What's this now?
Do you expect a foray into kindness?
What wishing well fever
Can't believe you yet
Something beckons like
Unsaid psalms in rain's unrest
I'll play
Forever bleeder
Necromancer renowned
Half could be in twice what you are
And I'd never forget it
Simple spends thick rhymes
To simple ends
Frailty is a long wind
With short breaths
And open spaces
Music is destroyer
Is rash and rancid rail
Is all but the pail
Some timid nexus in the hurricane's wail
Harmony is forgiveness
But silence the veil
Where are you?
Who's your name?
And right's the brain
I've fallen altogether blind
With the majestic mind
And fellow's forever
Heather
Breaks to east retreat
Like cock-eyed angels
In the sport of Spring
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.5
Weighted score: 5.023713
Overall Rank: 7472
Posted: September 9, 2007 7:06 PM PDT; Last modified: September 9, 2007 7:06 PM PDT
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Love the sport of spring.