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day eight: gardening
Friday, April 8, 2011

Here, here
Daffodils and crying tulips
The soft, sweet, bluebells
That sob their chime
Here, here
The garden of the fantasies
Flooding silly entities
With tales of the sublime
Here
I'll tend to be
Here
When the roses need
A prick or a pruning

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