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Your Poppy
Show me your poppy
And I’ll write you a rhyme,
Take your bells and go tinkle
I won’t fall for that line,
I kept on asking
The days turned to years,
She had the same answer
To the cheers of my peers,
It’s strange for a moment
When you wake from a dream,
Between the realities
What holds the seam.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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