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Four Dark Eyes

 

Morn's light falls sharp

on four dark eyes.

 

It's whopping hard

to spec/surmise

 

how such light feels,

of course, to them.

 

But what surprise?

Aha! ahem:

 

The two furred seals

oft look off damp-sands beach

 

to azure skies.

 

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But then ...

 

by that glared light they see

each other's eyes,

 

and round them hear

such anguished cries.

 

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meic

18 years 5 months ago

You swing your club in hands

You swing your club in hands with such a velvet glove, and all the more effective for that. Pithy and exquisitely pointed. Mike