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Tumult
do the wicked pray for tumult
the holy drum and trumpet
fields full of soldiers
riding up and down
or the bawdy work of a tongue
that barbarous tune
Poems on the topic: tumult
Poems on the topic “tumult” on Poets.by.
Rush hour
inching to town
all of us
into the lush body
of tumult
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