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BAD BARD POETRY
Flown
Look, look out there
They dance and twine
Rising, flying
In love sublime
They tease
Then join
Then break away
Enough to brighten any day
Then suddenly I’m struck
In dread and gloom
I stare dumbfounded
From my room
Mistakenly I realise
Not ephemeral butterflies
But white rose petals
Now spiralling to earth
That a breeze had teased
In its summers mirth
Shattering a heart so keen
Remembering now
As though a dream
Bright clouds of wonder
Joy and delight
That no longer live
To bless our sight
For now should be
Their height of season
But there are none
And we’re the reason
Shamelessly poisoning our earth
Putting to death, joy and rebirth
Behold our unrelenting plunder
Tearing our world and life asunder
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