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Jun 2019
Nothing was so green
as the glittering grass
oozing with dew.
Nothing so red
as that brick wall
criss-crossed with snail trails
or the rose that shuddered
in the morning breeze.
Nothing was so blue
as the sky reflected
in the lake below.
Written by
rose hopkins  Wye Valley, South Wales,
(Wye Valley, South Wales,)   
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     N, ---, ---, Bogdan Dragos and Mark S
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