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Bliss
(28.06.1952 / Coventry)

Bliss

I watch the bees, with yellow knees, flying back and forth
As butterflies, sat idly by, warming in the sun,
I saw the frogs, beneath the logs, I’d scattered on the ground
I wished the day would never end, for bliss was what I’d found

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