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Worthless buzz,About the futile ventures of lifeLike the ever orating radio,The switch on,Signals retrieved,Hovering the voices,The babbles .Encryptin..
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Left barren to their fate,On the bumpy asphalt street,The dry brown leaves,Who once were ivory green.They drag on Autumn's plight,Injured, miffed and ..
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In the blooming summer,Facilitated by the broiling sun,I looked up to the clear sky,Who murmured its chants.Orating about its ventures,It turned me to..
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The poem describes a scene where the cold winter breeze is spreading its magic across the region.
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