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Jan 2019
I've heard and read lovers recite
On love about their love;
… a full petalled blossom
in a silver vase...


Trite, I thought,
and so blase.
If what I recall is true.

I see my lover more like clover,
Spreading along a tree laden brook,
On a pathway through sun-streamed woods;
Spreading, thriving, covering green,
A more vibrant, living floral scene.

Trite, I think.
Francie Lynch
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