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Pernicious Poems Die

Let leaves fall into dust!
Grass grows where it must!
Weed and brush touch the skies!
pernicious poems die!
Like morning birds in tweet,
crystal clear and sweet,
their songs of adventure's cost
are, now, at last, lost!
Inevitable death!
Timed length, metered, breath.
Images all fall down.
Wisdom gone with sound.
Such is their way as words,
to perish when heard.

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Pernicious Poems Die

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