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Wodwo....Free Sonnet Green man of the grith wudes Would partake of honeyed dreams Under a blue elms shade Shadows through his deer glade Glad to be hunting the hart, His heart beats inside theirs Yet his bow is at the ready Reaching to sight the next knock The clock stops its tock.. Thankful forever For Gaia's hands shall stay To steady Wodwo's true aim Making sure a little life goes on Yonder into the twilight. |
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