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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Green Tide

Green ... the word contains
Myriads and multitudes. . .
Spring's profligate coin.
Chartreuse, emerald,
Sea-green, grass-green, apple-green . . .
I am drunk with green!
Wrapped in blissful greens,
Nature stretches...preens -- I watch,
Rapt in endless greens.
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