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something strange to earth was sent
dropped some art then simply went
now lonely spiders left on mars
watch red shoes dance on dusty stars
and walls of televisions sing
sweet things about the rebel king
the lad insane, the skinny duke
androgynous inspired fluke
flight of peacock, coloured flash
funkin’ funky ash to ash
china diamond, cold as god
genuinely, truly odd
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by gail
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strange poets never cease but to amaze
with words describing things we had forgot
or never knew to start with; who knows what
may move another poet’s muse to phrase
the simply indescribable in rhyme
within a string of sentences enshrine
the essence of complexity sublime
with every word a jewel within a line
strange poets see things hidden in the light
and force the formless mist within to matter
express the indefinable and flatter
dead love to life and nothingness to sight;
by use of sense and symbol and the will
they stir to movement that which once was still
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by Gail
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