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Seasons change, the world revolves On setting sun, the moon evolves A star explodes, new worlds are born A birth exalted, a death is mourned A nation rises, another sets New love rejoices, old love...
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He writes for a fallen angel but the rhymes don’t appear, not in words, but in stilted verse, in outpourings of watered down love. She spreads her wings and hunts the night. What the poet will not...
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Lord Byron enjoying his “after-vet” time alone. I’m not going to yank your leash – it’s been a busy month. A few weeks ago, my humans took me into the scary place with the man in the white coat. You...
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