O'night
blackthorn's petals
had fallen
on the boards
outside the door.
Y'day
giving them
every encouragement
i'd swept-away
winter's debris.
This morning
going out
an "AH"
escaped
my mouth.
aaahhh!
"A MAN IS RICH IN PROPORTION TO THE NUMBER OF THINGS WHICH HE CAN AFFORD TO LET ALONE."
bernard hemensley GOLDY HERMITAGE WEYMOUTH ======================
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