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Feb 2013
Time has wilted the meaning of sunflower.
Rusty skulls, crowns of crisp silk
stifled in their attempts to move, crook
and assume a new place in existence.

They lay in grey pallet against the table;

And now are lions heads roaring at the sun.
Laniatus
Written by
Laniatus  Norfolk
(Norfolk)   
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