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A fox septet is a poem of thirteen lines with syllabic pattern 3,5,7,9,7,5,3,5,7,9,7,5,3. To make it more difficult I've written my fox septet as a palindrome, i.e. it reads the same on inversion. :-)




You, in voids
of stories untold,
sing poems and ballads of truth-
heartless and rough. You endure feelings,
internal strives during
hours dark living in
nothingness.
In living dark hours
during strives, internal
feelings endure you-rough and heartless.
Truth of ballads and poems sing
untold stories of
voids in you.

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