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Gateway to the soul
seat of
plush fluffed fur
ocean of
emotion in a tiny marble
radiat
ing briliant light
a sign of life
Corridors in my mind, number like the stars.
Shining facets on the walls, which one is yours?
Steaple of my soul designed, I think by someone tall.
I neither slip nor fall, but fly out of them all;
The windows are so bright, reflecting back the night.
Riddle
From my name, you would think I am a circle;
instead of one there are four.
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A man once tread on me;
that man was greater than the rest.
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He could fly like a King, or Queen;
yet could despence poison like the makers of the sweetest gold.
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Of his two most well known names,
his first name was important.
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That name talked with God;
and is followed by many.
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"[The religion] the answer?".
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The golden skin of one of these could do good.
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Of what animal do I speak?
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Explain each clue, and it's connection to the next.
The Father to Dylan Thomas*:
Thus - Shall She So Soon Stay?

the Moon shall fly with Night's progress,
sir Zephyr hails;
but Wind will not have his success,
save slow her sails.

among the Woods We leave You; stay.
You howl, "Moon do not run!"
yet this is why We shall not stay;
We soon shall see the Sun.

I will not stay; I soon will leave.
the Dawn I see so near!
but - have for me -
a Tear.
go.
gone
gentle.
All poems Copyright R. S. Moore, 2000
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