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imagination

The end of a parting day
in the dark dog farm barks
shadow of the night frights
howling din rats in the bin
dark path misty bats chats
 
stillness begins to fold so told
walking across all thee dead souls
save my car wheels so i am told
drowsy tinker in the bloody hold
 
keep away a stray thy climb
big foot monster on the decline
all the boys republic of all kind
shine the colours flag of our time
 
in a bubble of twisted molten mass
surging down the mountain path
smiling dying flowers of deep past
our fruit ripen a decaying race
lets us all go back pray to our grace
imagination of our minds all a shine
for me to write this poem just in time

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