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There
is
no rhyme
in mountains
but sharp poetry
today embraced by lying snow's
deceit flowing in fair face frozen invitation
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Alienated by ocean we wait on the beach's poetry zone
of practical amplitude and measure
maximum oscillation by skimming stone
we can insert equal and opposite
forces of disruption and still they come
and still they come plain exquisite
exquisite plain away and home
(Appian Way St Peter's Dome
We stray) and lift behold again
and now redux exquisite plain
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