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rmjwell via
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aegidian)
rmjwell explains:
Misty morning drifts across the moors
Spoor of summer, gone to ground
Lovecraftian horror, green and round
Pacing autumn's visage, stern and dour
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I'll write a line of a poem, and you take the poem and add a line, then post the result, and let someone else pick it up... let's see how many poems we can make out of it.Here's the poem so far:
Misty morning drifts across the moors
Spoor of summer, gone to ground
Lovecraftian horror, green and round
Pacing autumn's visage, stern and dour
Okay, your turn.