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BAD BARD POETRY
Idless Woods
Idless woods are near to me
Idless woods are dear to me
One may wander from a life perturbed
And lay down not to be disturbed
Entranced in the magic of this place
Dissolving our folly in its kind embrace
But you only enter when you close your eyes
And let the leafy canopy wave away the skies
And slip from drowsy reverie
To melt in blissful sanctuary…
Do I still hear the distant stream
Faintly wandering through my dream?
Or the lowing herd,
A bleating sheep
As Idless draws me to her sleep
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