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Old Herne aromping in the wilds Perchance exceeds his bound And in a garden verdant His hoof'ed feet were found The careful rows of hellebore The finely tilled red earth The bursting bulbs of amaryllis Enjoying their rebirth All seemed queer to Herne the Hart With moss and ivy twined His ancient heart and wild blue eyes No sense in this can find And I realise now There's no place for this wildness of mine In your cultivated calm
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Dec 13, 2022
Dec 13, 2022 at 4:00 PM UTC
Herne of Hoof and Horn
Old Herne aromping in the wilds Perchance exceeds his bound And in a garden verdant His hoof'ed feet were found The careful rows of hellebore The finely tilled red earth The bursting bulbs of amaryllis Enjoying their rebirth All seemed queer to Herne the Hart With moss and ivy twined His ancient heart and wild blue eyes No sense in this can find And I realise now There's no place for this wildness of mine In your cultivated calm
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MIEKL
Dec 13, 2022
Dec 13, 2022 at 4:00 PM UTC
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