I like mine when yours
yours for mine for you
mine for you and two
from a blurry bird's nest view
of a rocky southwest Belladonna
charmed, I think. this devoted moralist
(slumberous tears like mists of blue o'er the Sea of Galilee
though my lips shall praise her without cease
I am not so bold under wings of awe)
I hope she sees the daisies grow Wild
under my fingers for her,
so she likes hers with mine.
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