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Campions
Campions in the wood are fading
petals limp as seed pods swell
fecund ripening swelling seeds,
pink flowers and bees,their work done
the common round again next year.
I watch seed pods swell,
Take a posy of faded flowers
spread them in my garden,
pray nature forgives my intrusion,
scatter seeds between forget-me-not
bless my home with pink ,
when June again shines bright.
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