Shape Of The World
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The world we are is of no shape
While some are sea
Some part are cape
Some mount in high for us to see;
Beneath the hill,the valley heels;
The stones they frill
From mountain frills
The soil on earth cannot but sit
As little hearth
They stalled of lift
Of these I know
Our world is drawn
From paint on toe
And hands they run.
©Em'parrot ~Quill.
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