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ten small poems - vi

once upon a time
a fairytale began
there was rain
(wet floor)
and a path
oh, and a gate
how glorious looked that gate
the path leading to an anti-kingdom of anti-man

the gate is unlocked
no walls surrounding it
yet no one has been through it
(I can tell)
their pride too big
their image too important
to fit through the gate
to leave their thoughts away

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