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1d
The dogwoods are red,
the redbuds are lunch,
Blackhaw unravels maroon,
the Sun is a charm borne of losses,

the crowned kinglet sings
a sound profoundly itself

a stormy midwinter, the flash and a bellow.
Written by
Ray Wilbur  30
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   Joan LostWoods
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