As requested in the comments on this post, a poem of my own.
The Stir of Lupins
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The Stir of Lupins On the back roads in JulyI can’t hear tractors
anymoreover the hum of bees in the sun. Days like this a breeze amblesdown
the treeline, ...
1 week ago
3 comments:
Thanks, John! That's a poem I wish I'd written.
I mean, I wish I was the author of that poem.
You know what I mean.
You're welcome. I know what you mean. Thanks.
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