PLEASANCE AT PLACE
When I was five I denied that,
and later - as I turned 7 - I
denied that too. There never
seemed much sense in numbers
to me, and I just rattled along
my way.
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Say, have you noticed how the
Winter birds go so deep into
the trees and branches for their
cover? Boy, I bet they miss the
green they were used to.
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White is nice, but I deny
that too!
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