I thought that my fall flower bloomed; but it’s way too early; much too soon. As on the stalk perched so absurd, sits not a flower, but a golden bird.
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I thought that my fall flower bloomed; but it’s way too early; much too soon. As on the stalk perched so absurd, sits not a flower, but a golden bird.
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