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Romeo
Romeo
He roams about in Fairyland
where humans may not go
and just so you can understand,
I will explain it slow.
The air is filled with floating mist
of multicolored hues;
whirling shades of amethyst
with alternating blues.
All colors come in countless shades,
each shade a meaning holds.
Deciphered it pays off in spades,
if not, it then withholds.
Around each rock, each shrub, each tree,
everything large and small,
an aromatic cloud there be,
slow twirling ‘round them all.
The tongues of misty billowed cloud,
encrypted information
and as he roams he is endowed
with much anticipation.
Throughout it all he has strong ties
to his enchanted home.
Beside the flagstone hearth he lies,
‘till time again to roam.
Sartor
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