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run
laugh


tree
workstation
hair
pen
rose


bounce
sing
process


wistful
gloomy
cheerful
happy
purple



Summer
Laughing roses adorn my hair, pen, workstation
Outside, cicadas sing
Inside, my wistful process runs
Recover one more tree...


(It escapes being doggerel because it doesn't rhyme.)
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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