WORLD HAS FLOWERS
They come at you incessantly - these things.
You've been characterized as 'Nature Man' -
that guy who haunts the parklands; hiding
Springtime muffins in the warm bouquet of
hands. The Sun-God itself, going out of its
way to see you, trespasses between trees and
shadows to enter places which weren't there
before. It's magic and splendor, everywhere.
They come at you incessantly - these things.
You've been characterized as 'Nature Man' -
that guy who haunts the parklands; hiding
Springtime muffins in the warm bouquet of
hands. The Sun-God itself, going out of its
way to see you, trespasses between trees and
shadows to enter places which weren't there
before. It's magic and splendor, everywhere.
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