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What I've
silently viewed
to grope with light
the main road
that is in a pickadilly nudge
find where fitted with time
was to be so flighted.

What I'm
sitting and viewing
I took 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 what's left in front
collected as artfull mist
in a rose garden.



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