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buttercups – poem

November 11, 2013

Bright clustered butter cups
Sway to summer’s breeze
When sunlight warm against our skin
Falls Icy likened to fiery touch
Amongst the flowers.

The meadow sings
Amidst afternoon’s golden glow
And pure and clear
Love’s voice rings
“Not love you, love butter.”

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From → humor, poetry

3 Comments
  1. Nice to read of warm sunlight and summer’s breeze today as our warm days have turned cold and winter’s in the air.

  2. I luv it ๐Ÿ™‚
    You’re not trying to butter me up, are you? “lol” ๐Ÿ˜‰

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