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For the love of Clematis
I plow my hands
in furrows
and turn the soil,
The naked guarder
came over the fence
and ran through
the moonlight,
and then the clematis,
Tongue-twisted
blind and crazy,
He said the soil was in love.
in furrows
and turn the soil,
The naked guarder
came over the fence
and ran through
the moonlight,
and then the clematis,
Tongue-twisted
blind and crazy,
He said the soil was in love.
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