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Mar 19
Before the night comes cold and proper
When set against a fiery sky
The crooked limbs of a naked poplar
Have stirred a romance in my mind

And swaying with their kin and kind
My tavish heart asway in kind
Those wooden spines so hale and hearty
Like will-'o-wisps they'll soon depart me
Written by
Daniel  30/M/Ireland
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