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Apricot of the Tarts
If a demon sours of harrowing,
cannot the Angels sing in barren too?
birds weigh less than the tall grass,
and a sight is much more beautiful,
than we could have ever imagined
of nature's true gift of existing
and the angel's bless of receiving
of the grand in our hearts
can be of swapping
of the apricots in the tarts....
Sweet and ever so brief.
Copyright ©
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
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