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Nobody seems to hear me
and nobody seems to know
that there are things of beauty
buried in the shallow graves
of cold empty space
And they are only waiting
under the blankets of the dead
for the resurrection and another chance
So go and sow your hollow seeds
in the cold fields of stone
but I’ll plant yellow bulbs of light
and watch my pretty things
take flight and rise
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I always figured you were a gardener, Madame Librarian. You go 'head on & keep plantin', Sweetie. Your Spring will be lovely, I know. Grand penning, as always. G'night, my Friend.

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