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A Contemplation Upon Weeds
Dewdrops kiss my skin
A silver coat over my shoulders, green
There's magic in every morning.
In the atmosphere wafts perfumes of earths daughters
They sway their hips,
they nod their heads
petals fall at my feet.
The floor is carpeted with beautiful hues
red, white and purple too
The birds come piping morning's tune.
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Mellissa Crooks
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