CloverA Poem by drivebypoetwatching the windblow clover in a clover field
Clover Beside the road behind a fence a clover field crimson clover red beauty under the sun gently the wind like an invisible hand comes caressing like a mother stroking a child red heads bend but do they smile no they have no faces clover crimson clover beside the road behind a fence I saw the wind blow
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Added on July 21, 2010 Last Updated on July 21, 2010 AuthordrivebypoetOpelika, ALAbouthave allways wanted to write,nows my chance have written poetry since I was a teen more..Writing
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