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The Paragon
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The Paragon

Poem By Stumble Over Roller

I cast the days that were outnumbered
Leasing them of what I remembered
My yearnings & desires were dilusions
Of what I will become for tomorrow

Though I strive for pleasure
I wasn't really sure
I gazed around saying
That my vigour means nothing

The paragon bestows many motions
But it seems that I don't have refutations
It will perceive to me
And a mystery it shall be

(November 23 to 27,2005)

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