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The creatures of creation
sleep under a blanket
made of straw and stars
and softer things that
rhyme with the words
the goddess spoke to
bring them into existence.
When the play they laugh
at temporal things that
remind them of the time
of nonexistence. Perhaps
we all will someday.
About the Creator
Ernest Taulbee
I live in Louisville, KY with my two daughters and two dogs. Eastern Kentucky University graduate. X: @GordonTaul72113. For more: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Ernest-Gordon-Taulbee/author/B01GGRCKJO. Appreciate all reads and comments.
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