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"Jagged Treasures"

Jagged emotions run her down.
Ragged judgements make her frown.

Crazy is the illusion,
Hazy is the conclusion.

Mystery enshrouds,
History is made in crowds.

Blaming past begins to surface,
Claiming beauty from her face.

Slumberous principles returning,
Emulous assumptions churning.

Intuition quietly rages,
Ammunition locked in cages.

Reverberant reflections,
Exuberant intentions.

Laces bind her hidden treasures,
Traces of her hidden pleasures.

© 1998, Ms. Carol Dierking
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