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rain.
rain.
greys the sky.
falls
lightly
down
on
the
warm
summer
day.
it quietly pools along the
weathered
table
grain
befo..
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a poem in the style of Lewis' "Alice in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass"
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sit with me
tonight
in a low lit kitchen
and sip a cup of coffee.
i'll bring a deck of cards
so we can pretend
to play
and you can almost
not ..
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