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| Gateway to the soul seat of plush fluffed fur ocean of emotion in a tiny marble radiating briliant light a sign of life |
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| 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. |
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| Riddle From my name, you would think I am a circle; instead of one there are four. --- A man once tread on me; that man was greater than the rest. - He could fly like a King, or Queen; yet could despence poison like the makers of the sweetest gold. --- Of his two most well known names, his first name was important. - That name talked with God; and is followed by many. --- "[The religion] the answer?". - The golden skin of one of these could do good. --- Of what animal do I speak? ------ Explain each clue, and it's connection to the next. |
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| 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. |
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| All poems Copyright R. S. Moore, 2000 | ||||||||||||||