Saiom Shriver

Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.

The sun with light umber
touches vined cucumber
The more he tickles
the more there are pickles.

The sun with light umber
touches vined cucumber
The more he tickles
the more there are pickles.

FOUR FLOWERS
The Sun Arose
in Morning Glory
with His Goldenrod
Wanding Violet
to Rose
(to C and R Davis
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FOUR FLOWERS
The Sun Arose
in Morning Glory
with His Goldenrod
Wanding Violet
to Rose
(to C and R Davis
of Maryland).

They called the wind
lackadaisical..
but because he in freedom blows
the world will never
lack for daisies..
(to Laurie read more

They called the wind
lackadaisical..
but because he in freedom blows
the world will never
lack for daisies..
(to Laurie Otto Milwaukee Wisconsin advocate of wild lawns)
http://www.epa.gov/greenacres
http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.

Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
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Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.