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Jun 2013
I sit under the ancient apple tree,
My heart is low, my head in the clouds,
The day is slowly ending, I am sleepy
When visitors arrive, little buds come,
Raining down on me— a cadre
Of red-headed finches.
Seán Mac Falls
Written by
Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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