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The weather speaks its wintery tale On this last day of April Sending mayhem into bush and tree Shaking the blossoms in their break For bud. The Bride drops her veil Under Flowering Cherry wings Red Camelia broaches Fall as from a night at the theatre Lost forever in a carpet of dreams. Around the perimeter Everything sways And the blue cloaked conductor Orchestrates from The washing line . Love Mary
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
A Wintery spell.
The weather speaks its wintery tale On this last day of April Sending mayhem into bush and tree Shaking the blossoms in their break For bud. The Bride drops her veil Under Flowering Cherry wings Red Camelia broaches Fall as from a night at the theatre Lost forever in a carpet of dreams. Around the perimeter Everything sways And the blue cloaked conductor Orchestrates from The washing line . Love Mary
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67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
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