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tanning
now is the fallow seeding time
of grasses bending
children with counted ribs
dash random as swifts
their fun frantic as butterfly wings
foxglove proud they stand
laughter punctuates
like the yellow primrose
rising through the tawning grass
Sunday 12th July 2015 5:29 pm
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