The Lark
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Sonnet of SpinA Poem by The LarkI'm experimenting with wordplay here, so it doesn't make much sense. |
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Simon SaysA Poem by The LarkFor the brainwashed Hitler Youth |
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Radagast The BrownA Poem by The LarkHow the Lord Of The Rings *really* happened |
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My Writing Is LethargicA Poem by The LarkI was feeling flippant again |
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Glittering VibrantA Poem by The Lark3am, couldn't sleep, wrote this instead. |
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The Fruits Of LifeA Poem by The LarkDig too deep and you may find Little matter neath the rind But for ashes, coloured rust, A stony core now ground to dust. So ponder this, how .. |
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Death And MusicA Poem by The LarkRandom fantasy involving piano |
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