burning bush barely burning barely bush angel flame of fire behold the bush burned and was not consumed out of the midst of the bush called unto her i am that i am
bring them up into land whose unashamed blush brush sporadic red rain lost art of plastic wrappers rarely seen splash of robin red breast mate silver grey down breadth in the acer
red palmate held against maple age spots dark cells and white veins put your hand into your breast come out leprous as snow come out as flesh do not go into another land you are here burning
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we have come to dig dig dig two deep three deep do not display deference dear sans décor the dad is in his den biting an apple with red dentures
dad in a dressing gown dressing down displays the dentelle of an anti-macassar his dactylic fingers make a dab hand every detail flush to the door
a daydream of delft ware must not interrupt a forkful of dandelions when daughters threatened by dead nettles flee to the willow shard and a balm of dock
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hedged beech edging bets holding east winds higher and higher holding back the hard words of others as I heard them back to the hedge
I hedged to excess in rapid mindless clip an arm exercise what use is the hedge if does not hide hedgehogs and keep the nest well hidden when we go birds egging
a heart deisigned in crosstich this was the dei sign of my hand not to stitch alphabets or numbers through a hole in the hedge we came home to stove light and darning her hello
