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Clover

It goes, bursting into flame found true In thought it grows, blazing electric blue We've waited for it, night and day we looked As age caught us up and turned over wrinkled foot That remained somewhat arched in clover bush That remained in this world as the other sought deeper root Making us simpler still, despite our desire to complicate the truth Facing us in window plain, though this image we refuse.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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