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About This Poem
The Great Mushroom Hunt
I like the way time stands still
When I don't turn the calendar
Just after a warm rain in Spring
February 2011...never left; didn't
Want to-
March 2012...Lent begins; my
Favorite time of year-
Every leaf must be unturned
Faces might appear
Mayhem awaits every discovery
One goal looms...
My calendars must be turned
Before May
Before mushrooms spoil
Before
Mushrooms
Spoil
04/20/23
9:56 pm
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