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Jun 2020
Bluebells an beautiful azure bell-shaped blue
Lady's Nightcaps, on which, witches thimbles grew
Under a wreath, of which truth to tell
Evil poisons  within its juices dwell
Boots of the Cuckoo, when plucked from the earth
Easily stolen innocence, early childhood from birth
Later aged, forever followed, by woodland goblins dread
Less fortunate elders, soon to be dead
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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