Wrestling WordsA Poem by pheasant
Crafting a sequence
Cast in a thought Opening avenues Well to be caught In a puzzling place Outside of space Where no simple task is left undone We reach for the last of the castle we've begun © 2011 pheasantAuthor's Note
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