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Yesterday I weeded the strawberry bed,
And tugged a thousand dog violets from the ground;
Their lilac flowers played the rain and
Now the swollen seeds
Blow from sprinkler heads.
My fingers pince the brown thin leaves from strawberry base,
Grip the soil in earthy solitude,
And turn the leaf to find:
No harvestmen scuttling ‘fraid from base to base...
Sunday 15th July 2012 12:57 pm
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