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She wanders through the wood
and finds a spot most picturesque
and so she makes a mind to
paint herself into the scene
The picture of the shady tree,
Alluring, yes
until she takes a seat beneath
the boughs and finds
The branch that moves the sun
to make the picture so enticing
also stops the growth of all the seedlings underneath
And so despite the color
rich and welcoming though it be,
to sit in that fine picture
she sits in a pile of dirt.
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Posted by gdegre on 2008-05-06 12:58:30 | Rating: n/a | Views: 42
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