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paper wasp why must you I fight back while a beech looks me in the eye orange in red there push pins of hope I fight back an engine cries I know nothing in my eyes the sky is lying a leaf falling no a swallowtail * daylight blotter already dandelions are dog-eared globes daffodils browned by early rains this year seems faster to flower I’ve always thought yellow aged color it’s spring’s ink
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