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A cloud comes then another follows, Mountains unseen as the air pillows, The extending field of green overtakes the sight, While the wuthering dark..

Quick quip, nonsense again.

Love, can be a placebo for alcohol.

Random collection of distant tales or short poems, remarkably from a distant time and field.

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Fictitious tale in nature.

Short 2-line.

Telephone-game.

Can You Allow One White Lie?

Dust sweeping, Clouds stirring, Lost dreams, Amissing youths.