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At Odds
#WritcoPoem
#Contrary

A man with a plain raft may sink,
In the midst of a vast nasty stream,
But will soon behold what we do not think,
Beneath is obverse to what it seems.

Amid of a clement mist,
Root for the things unseen,
Silent cunning wisps,
Might be plotting their wicked scheme.

© MuyMuy

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