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Summer Camp

Daylight dimmed.
Eyes of the stag head glittered
Beneath antlers
That might take off and fly.
It had rained all day.
They were stuck inside,
Playing games of whispers
Passing time beneath its gaze.
Now bored, one raised his face,
Glancing nervously at the stag,
To see if its lips moved
When whispering.

7 Aug 18

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mysterious poem a change of style
Larry changeover Lark
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nice poem overall.  although I might've changed things up a bit in the last three lines.  maybe change "stag" to 'deer' in 10?  and add 'near' to 12? just a few thoughts.  
 — JKWeb