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Hope Bouquet

 

I dreamt of an exchange

Of flowers,

I woke to sunlight and bird song

They were scattered

Across the four wires

Like notes on a perfect musical score.

Mornings like this

You go out and buy a new shoes,

Find employment,

And ask a women to marry you.

Be careful crossing the road,

It's only bird song

That's put you this way.

 

 

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