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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I Rein in Freedom. I'm Edith at Last.

Excuse me Pardon moi
I'll just be a Seck.
Moist words are no Luck
for a Poet of Dry
syntax. A Stacking
Stone. One plus One
and I am cutting
my Reins Free:
I Gallop toward Freedom.
Away from the Moss
to build a new wall
and shelter my home.
I'm Edith at Last.

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

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