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Jun 2012
Whimsical were the flowers
                              Their long eye lashes curling up in the wind.
                                         With every delight, they played
                                                       Their music
                                              Their listeners, the Earth
                                     They
                                               kept
                                                       On
                                                                Playing
                                 Until the moon told them it was night time
                                                        And they faded.
Heather
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Heather
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