She trailed petals in her wake.
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Spoken each night by lovers unaware. *
*excerpted from California poet laureate Dana Gioia’s poem, “The Lunatic, The Lover, and The Poet”
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The watchers made enormous clandestine bets.
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Goose and gander didn’t share sauce.
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There would be no more do-overs.
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In reality, bats ran the belfry.
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She found power made her saucy.
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They discovered Rickie at Reclamation Road.
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