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Apr 2022
In the make-believe globule
the partisans talk in tongues inaudible
only attuned to like mindless
we may see but neither them or us know
as chalk differs from granite
in all honesty yellow means noting to me
another parables of *******
for I know there is nothing real or imagined
that is yellow about moi
in succinct appreciation moi knows moi
and surely no yellow belly
nor oriental yellow though moi just loves
the glorious yellows
of Van Gogh's five canvases of sunflowers in a vase
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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