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Begone Woodland Nymph!
May you rest content upon that hillock
Counting your remaining days with your new Muse

- His insatiable scent
- His oh! so soothing embrace
- And songs that keep your whimsical feet afloat

From the Winds that blow through your hair from the sea
To the lands of your deeply rooted but ephemeral dreams

As I begin a new Journey
Far away from those once alluring but now toxic vines!

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These poems I write help clear the chaos and the clutter
- the weeds from my mind,
In the Image of the Heroic,
An offering to the Divine.

Illumined paths all too quickly turned to nought
(The symbols I have always borrowed but never bought!)

Occasionally striking a smile from other passer-byes

Until it becomes the fossils long forgotten
In lands of other times!