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The Rite Tree wrote to wit?

The way such weighs may way a bit.

A pipit plays on leaves such springs

Reminds us where we left some things,

A wist of time and crumbling notes

Like yellow feathered Birdland floats,

Hanging there Quizzical It.



Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-04-22 at 23:08

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