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In mournful howls and somber cries,
with whistled words and wailing sighs,
from leafy tongue 'neath starlight eyes,
through willow boughs to livid skies,
the wind, it sang, its restless dirge,
to me, to you, and all besides.
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Sean Byers
Literary hobbyist who, in an act of sophomoric hubris, once dreamed of writing the great American novel. In the meantime, I am content to write for the pleasure of the craft and whoever finds my work of any interest.
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