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AprilDawn Apr 2015
spread over
this  ludicrously
  green lawn
tormented
by  spring rains
bruised  and battered
their purple tattered
remains  
wait to be  guillotined
by the  steady sweep
of lawn mower
blades
...those  pretty  posies   never last long in the yard  it seems.

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