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Poem- Burdock 0

Poem- Burdock

She dreamed good dreams of burdock She rested in the moor She danced across the arbor And broke the latch on the door She threw a stick of fire Into the thatched hut And when the fire died She didn’t give up She threw the stones in Eden And slapped the only poor And when she came even She forgot to lock the door Don’t open the window Don’t clear your mind You know what will happen When you’re left behind Leave me alone I’m so tired of you But you are the candle’s flame and I’m a moth

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