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What I've taken
silently viewed
to the main road 
to grope with light steed
that is in a 
piccadilly nudge
find where fitted with time
was to be so flighted.
What I'm
sitting and viewing
I took to the scenery
from far away
and put into
rapturous clothing.
That the free thought
in spurious handling garb
went away unpretensive
as it was material layed mystery.
And sitting at front
neccessity collected
as artful mist
in a rose garden.


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