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Dull Weather

There’s so little in this meadow; The horizon seems to need medication, Even raindrops have an insipid taste I’m like a garden cursed To never see the butterflies For the flowers are all in their graves I fear that maybe I had it much And to suddenly feel it less

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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