On Sunday, for reasons I cannot explain,
I decided to take a long walk in the rain.
The new tower to the south of Mill Lake gets lost in the low clouds
A long walk can lessen static back pain
And help minds boxed in all week to attain
a re-appreciation of all that is main.
To slow down and notice the signs in the lane
-driving past in my truck no notice to deign-
Giving conscience condescension arraigned
Judged and juried, moving past all that is bane.
Hmm. Any more archaic 'ān' words I can use in this poem?
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Probably not. That much is plain
Lexical interest I feign
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