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upon this avalon
the winsome hinges squeak
the tide is in between
the novels plot is penned

the green is parakeet
a village in a town
if music is the glue
a dipstick dividend

a penguin for your thoughts
a scatter cushion breeze
the whispering is loud
& sounding ’round the bend

a turnip for the books
the prickles on each pear
a crumbled apple pi
a typo on the mendd

a poem in the mud
a fork for all the spoons
the road’s an open page
the moon’s a blooming blend

the nosedive in your eyes
a door before each day
the eastern sun’s a nun
the western wind’s a friend

the greyness in the gold
the chirrup syrups so
a chattering of ink
beginning when things end

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