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Thursday, 24 June 2010

Poisonous Petite

The warm wind turns and stops to watch the buttercup wait breathless for the rain...

Nature's faint deceit is grown with innocence and grace
Still none will stoop to kiss her unblemished golden face

...she curtsies to the drops now seeking earth beneath the mighty field of grain
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