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I’ve risen from my earthly bed
I prefer to be on top, instead
Of six feet under, where I may
Lose the passing time of day
I want to be above the lands
With my fiddle, in my hands
Playing to the sky, and sun
With a simple pluck, or a searing strum
Yes, my music summons, my dear Raven
Who guards me closely, in my haven
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 