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Swirling dissaray The light brown and dark brown of  wood. Lines, rings, patterns.   (A Haiku)
      don't give me poems of spring or empty words of love       don't gift me roses or rings  or all the gold in Rome       don't sell me to princes or kings for I'll be locked in a tower
With the rays of the sun I'll make her crown With the fabric of space I'll make her gown With the rings of Saturn I'll make her throne With the universe for her stage may her reign last forever Long live the queen.
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