A dozen starlings
dozing in the evening sun
doesn't dare the season's end.
It dozen-n't, dare it,
these dozing within warm pinks
to dream up spring's spry bend.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
A dozen starlings
dozing in the evening sun
doesn't dare the season's end.
It dozen-n't, dare it,
these dozing within warm pinks
to dream up spring's spry bend.
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