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A Favour for my Mother. She wants to see more males. Well here you go mum.
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
Refuge (A letter from Emalf)Well, the Eleven have broken camp, as have the force of Tender. Stroke of luck with the tempest, and Saracere. Maybe, the Only One has his hand in this after all.
Fall of Ketpoc
Bull HornThe Niknogard charged at double time,