Without being rainy
Mimulus and fern. A frog, albeit
Handmade as a joke
Unable to croak.
Though facing a sky
Of blue formlessness, still gives account of
Weather-cock a-float
One in a horsecoat!
And is it...fetching
My bike's rust...there, where...strange of a strangeness
Lie vales unsodden
A bow -arisen?
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