“Idi assumed I made Cilla slate petal, or
A Cairo paste gem!”
At Rose I rave.
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Lit, a lover I felt, till little
My amatory rota may melt, ’til little
Fire volatile varies or tame gets aporia1.
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“Carol ate petals all iced amid emus” said I.
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Notes and comments
My first palindrome poem, and in some ways my favourite. I think its meaning is self-explanatory…
1. Aporia: Logical impasse, contradiction, philosophical doubt
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Evilly Dine Dragons 