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Mar 24
I do not dream
About butterflies
Over the moors
In the spring

I have no despair
Over rotten
Flowers that died
Plucked to be free

I crave the sparks
That ignite
My mind which
Steeps in gasoline
S E Pope
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     Mary Huxley and rick
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