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Dried heather.<br \/>\nThere are no trees; this empty plain<br \/>\nA moan.<br \/>\nSilent.  Unheard cry.<br \/>\nGhosts reminicing their pain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote some poetry in philosophy today&#8230; ^_^;;; So here&#8217;s the first one: A whisper dear A whisper true The shades of lie Screamed forthright And the second one: The hills sprang upon the moor like an overgrown thatch Littered with amethyst heather smelling sweetly of heaven I stood, encased in a single, solitary shack &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/cloverpetals.com\/log\/2002\/09\/17\/140\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Poem: 2 Untitleds&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":"","_wpscppro_dont_share_socialmedia":false,"_wpscppro_custom_social_share_image":0,"_facebook_share_type":"","_twitter_share_type":"","_linkedin_share_type":"","_pinterest_share_type":"","_linkedin_share_type_page":"","_instagram_share_type":"","_medium_share_type":"","_threads_share_type":"","_google_business_share_type":"","_selected_social_profile":[],"_wpsp_enable_custom_social_template":false,"_wpsp_social_scheduling":{"enabled":false,"datetime":null,"platforms":[],"status":"template_only","dateOption":"today","timeOption":"now","customDays":"","customHours":"","customDate":"","customTime":"","schedulingType":"absolute"},"_wpsp_active_default_template":true},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-140","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v27.2 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/product\/yoast-seo-wordpress\/ -->\n<title>Poem: 2 Untitleds : Dreaming in Shades<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"http:\/\/cloverpetals.com\/log\/2002\/09\/17\/140\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Poem: 2 Untitleds : Dreaming in Shades\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"I wrote some poetry in philosophy today&#8230; 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