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A Harper Rises

A Harper Risesby Michael DoyleWhen a harper rises from his slumberAnd whatever the spell that he’s been underHe will find his answers become rightAs though illuminated by the lightNo longer trading in colloquialisms and slightBut speaking only the true, noble, … Continue reading

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