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The old man of the yard, the sage Wind-burnt and callused Gnarled limbs, intertwined fingers Like capillaries ripe for bursting With a harvest of simple blooms‏
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
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The old man of the yard, the sage Wind-burnt and callused Gnarled limbs, intertwined fingers Like capillaries ripe for bursting With a harvest of simple blooms‏
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
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