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Jun 2010
mark the crisp mirth with wrinkled cheeks;

a day comes sun gilded

                                                              glowing golden,

a stroke of brilliant star tears
               playing lancing

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on the neatly

organized floor of a forest reposed

green


                               languor
PK Wakefield
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