may loves are cousins
of octopi winds shaking our Leaves,
mixxing sap, as only
knots of Juniper have "an anvil chorus"
shelbi, care o lynn and mare o lynn
lace of Rachel's eyes,
warm palm of Cecillia,
clad in Kelly green,
weaving Kristiana,
my robe of Hope spins from the one sun only hunab Ku
ever never had
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