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Early morning inspiration coming
out of slumber slowly, greeting morning
hours blowing in from dreamland, frightened
it might drift away without my..
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Oh, world-weary fool
putting all your gold
in one little hole,
buried by the hearth
where the marauder looks first.
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...and when she answered me
my world was full again.
The kind of full that
threatens the moat wall of a
surf-side sandcastle.
Waiting to bur..
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I crowned her with blue hearts, kiss-me-quick, primrose,
hollyhock, daylily, prairie violet those
entangled her hair, a
diadem fragrant of
this su..
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