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The morning mellowed

And darkness died

The sunrise slept

While children cried.

 

The lonely love

In the winter white

Tasted truth

And fled the fight.

 

The quiet quote

Was heard howling

Over and over

Yelling and yearning.

 

The veering and venturing

Bewildered belief

Pursued the one place

That rewards relief.

 

No one noticed

The upheavals under

The jerking jousts

The arresting anger.

 

When the zeal is zapped

And interests injured

The killing by kites

Is eagerly endured.

 

And the godly ghosts

Still haunt the xanthic xystus.


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