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humid tea and dry pines poetry
Friday, June 20, 2014
13
Ringed stalks
knobbed from the gnawing
of mammals
and browned in droughts
can bloom again
from beneath the decaying straw
in the wet Summer.
-Robert L. Jackson III
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