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Hydrangeas

Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas

turn rust and go soon.

Already mid September a line of brown runs

over them.

One sunset after another tracks the faces, the

petals.

Waiting, they look over the fence for what

way they go.

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1878-1967 / Male / American

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