Kenneth English Biography

Purple lady slippers grow
Down rails over seas,
On clifftops to sieze
A small shallow hold,
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In devotion to my dear sweet blossom,
Sweetest in every single hour.
In my spirits tide, among the flotsam
On your knees I will beg to devour.
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In and of itself the nectar
Of a flower in terms of space
Time matter to that certain vector,
That path, of the bee's swaggard grace:
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In an ununited mind
The shutters close
And a depeserate,
soft darkness comes.
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Hearing the crickets charm
In sigh of inky autumn wind,
a belie in the call they send.
Unabridged song,
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