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May 2014
The sprouting buttercup
dangles into the purpled,
doting sky. It's waxy spangles
nuzzle the moist,
crisply dewed, fluff
whilst billowing across merry air.Β 

The yellow buttercup
dozes in spiced, lean dapples,
setting its soul ablaze in sumptuous echoes atΒ the sheer
drape of dawn.

The teacup buttercup
outspreads it's wings
amongst tall spiked grasses
and wild flowers.
Shifting shafts and shards
of grass and glass
and forever awaiting the larks cry
which means its time to die.
Wass
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Wass  London
(London)   
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