Best Swampy Poems

Rice paddy wakes up ready to be planted.
Where are those lazy farmers?
Snicker laughs.  Nothing lazy about them.
They are the most cheerful workers she knows
She feels swampy today, colder than usual

The plow is heading her way, 
She can see it a bit past the tiered...

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By my parting of these words, 
these certain very words.
Herein because, I move it thus aside, 
of that and when from you, it is I am.
Certain muscles wrapped around inside, 
my fingers do.

The bush my hand upon is fire then ice.
Each leaf is free to...

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