Friday, April 26, 2019

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Three hundred ten from acorn cup my trunk, once slender, up and up
advanced to tickle sun and moon. I versify. Life's afternoon
slips into eventide to sup beside the golden buttercup,
among the joyous saplings strewn, no longer hidden, bounty, boon.
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Jonathan ROBIN
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