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absolutely wrong
the ooze of strawberries
between the hail

picket fence
the rainbow shimmered
back of a crow

I savaged the river
till my end of days
a Pike!

Mum’s table
the sandpapered camphor
exudes its scent

snow between the trees
he leaves moonlight
the scent of fox

sweat on my face
the re-varnished
oak table top

cave bats
the energized
old fig tree

peaches on her tree
anticipated
grandma’s pie

river breezes
drawing the willows
on Laurel’s face

mirrored
canoeing
the willow trees