Sleepy Tree
J
James McLain
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She leans, so wind bows,
in silk is barely with heavenly.
Governed waves airy rags.
Languid her penitent looks,
While she dips her musty is
sack cloth, against tree trunk.
Patience full, is his so weepy.
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