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Lazy afternoon rays shaft      Through Spring's full trees; The wind cuts laterally      Leaving the sea. Through deck lattice      The grass weaves A tartan plaid.      Electric lines,      Chimney tops,      Blossoming crops. I hold out my hands, Stringing fingers Through thinning hair. The artisan Wove and weaves. This is the basket, The rug, My coat. Entwine our fingers; Weave a basket. Collect your thoughts.
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
The Weaving
Lazy afternoon rays shaft      Through Spring's full trees; The wind cuts laterally      Leaving the sea. Through deck lattice      The grass weaves A tartan plaid.      Electric lines,      Chimney tops,      Blossoming crops. I hold out my hands, Stringing fingers Through thinning hair. The artisan Wove and weaves. This is the basket, The rug, My coat. Entwine our fingers; Weave a basket. Collect your thoughts.
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
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