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The prancing | Hallencoly Hill Part 3

The prancing | Hallencoly Hill Part 3 | a Poem

The prancing, springing and
joyous larks,

Were bedecked in stars to the
Swallows’ moon.

Yet each had their hair shaped
into a nautical crest;

From aqua one way;
Then surf-ultra the other.

—Del Elle

 

 

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