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unless the Presence reflects the world’s delight, glad to surprise, to take revenge on winter in Sin’s disguise prepared with monster green and beauty to surprise Me, the crocus, when I choose to rise, and me, the lark, joined in every note by any word, describe a skyfull of neglected sheep and of that slimy, frogful pond. The season’s sound and fury will not wait to slap the perfect sting on Planet Earth.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 5:19 AM UTC
Simply Spring
unless the Presence reflects the world’s delight, glad to surprise, to take revenge on winter in Sin’s disguise prepared with monster green and beauty to surprise Me, the crocus, when I choose to rise, and me, the lark, joined in every note by any word, describe a skyfull of neglected sheep and of that slimy, frogful pond. The season’s sound and fury will not wait to slap the perfect sting on Planet Earth.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 5:19 AM UTC
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