Nothing But Poppies
Crepuscular rays of light,
Shining through
This canopy of clouds,
Near by, this road to Oz
Nothing but this field of
Poppies, sweet aromatic
Orange-yellow poppies,
As we drown in this
Spell of deep sleep
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