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Easter should be closer to Christmas (Free verse) by MacFrantic

Darling drums play birch wood babies. Rabbits shield their eyes. Matter spills as March swoons. Green surges; we'll be complex for the station of Spring. Hope's a bitter chord and spell unspoken. Shadow breath wilts flowers sprung from sun seeds and metal rain.

Dovina 4-Apr-07/10:38 AM
How does a drum play? And what does it matter what day Easter and Christmas are on? Some provocative unintelligible lines here.




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