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Art’s Blink


Twilight tempts me to dinner

The first there at my first  cry 

In its accompanying greatness, my heart leaped for a cheer 

Wishes of fortune bequeath legacies of padded romance

Each source coursing  me in

Quite tender induced August 

A wake to learn, a rise and lay joys affectionately taught 

Roused in periods and numbers of pressing invitation 

Forms claim the sure    sums

Speeches grant rich essence 

Spirit of truth parts perfect cool on indent world 

Richer ends lift seasons spending horses keep

Strict arching acts of liberal art

Future’s stock pleasantly fitted

Windows plunge in fully irresistible inks 

Reviving lands from afar          with tar

Sincere comfort merit    opinions 

Poor death, rich living keep calls

Graces of solitude address

Mind’s solid doubts fettered 

First, a proof to prove 

Then unlikely chances

Reserves acquainted

Bloom    acquired

Sowing     time

Sprout      ing 

Season    s

Alert     for

Grave   s

Amon  g

Villa   s

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