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(from [livejournal.com profile] rmjwell via [livejournal.com profile] griffen via [livejournal.com profile] aegidian)

[livejournal.com profile] rmjwell explains:
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.

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