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Apr 2013
Red
In a bleak and dusty grassland,
where nothing seemed to beat,
a single blood-red flower grew
amidst the tawny wheat.
And passersby, though put off by the knots of weeping hay
would stop and gaze a while at the elegant display.
Written by
Connor Hanratty
970
   Terry O'Leary, Julia, victoria and st64
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