i drink'd it high noon

.

                               it rain'd last night
                                         wet
                                       soak'd

                                      this a.m.
                                     thuh mist
                                    ankle thick
                                        in thuh 
                              diaphanous frock
                         she picks pine needles
                       from mine toddler spruce
                                           for
                                           tea
                                           for
                                           me
                                           see
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