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Jul 2011
A single bloom opened up
Too soon, at the early edge of spring
Too close to winter’s end.
I knew it would not last the night
A killing frost was on the way.
I could pick it now and seal its fate
Or leave it for the frost to take.
To die from plucking,
Or die by frost…..
Pluck it.
Martin Hunter
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