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Barren land of sod
a day trip to Cape Cod
look deeper then ever before
the leaves turn in the figment of my imaginative thoughts
Spring forth the mere solitude of what puts you in the mood
walks along the tranquil pier
the shedding of a tear
without any care
through Tulips bares the heart of the servant
a praise among men
the perfect ten
climb to the top of the ladder to see inside
a vision of lavender base
without a Peyton place
I can see it through the parting of your hair
the willingness to share
a call of muse to not be abused
toss and turn another table is turned
only a tenacious few
