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David W Clare Oct 2016
By: D. Clare

Her voice like a meadowlarks song

A rain pond filled with sweet cherry blossoms
Smiling summer clouds hovering above the farm land skies...

Gumdrop flavored flowers summon her up to the sugary hills

Visions of a garden grow, rainbows and dew drenched cat-tails glow...

Sunburst splashes it's orange nectar fruit until midnight hootie owls swoon

Sing us all to sleep upon grassy moon-beam beds soon...

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Picnic Basket Poetry manuscript
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