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  A varied world
    is being hurled
  through deeds undone
    apart from none
it glares me in the face
  which represents
    the iron fence
  that's drawn at night
    through red sun light
and clouds strewn out as lace
  they scream and shout
    of Sauerkraut
  can no one feel
    their hearts of steal
or argue up their case
  or can we know
    a mind's dark foe
  a flicker fine
    that draws the line
the end their horrid race

© 1985 john r. chase

like Delusions this poem was inspiried by a high school english teacher, and is generally meaningless. i was simply experimenting with the aa/bb/c, aa/bb/c rhyming shceme.