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by Charles Carreon
A man in a four-colored
jacket beckons,
His silver buttons gleam.
A maid in a gown of emerald smiles,
Her eyes emit bright beams.
A dragon in his lair turns 'round,
His spines bestir the deep.
Ten million golden fishes flash
Their scales in your sleep.
Breathe deep the alien air my friend,
All things will come in time.
Remember never a man was hanged
Who spoke only in rhyme.
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