The Day I Found My Four Leaf Clover
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Mark Heathcote
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The day we met I found my four leaf clover
And my new love could it be moreover.
The separate pieces of lives
They somehow fit together.
And my heartbeat light as a feather.
Every pulse in my body revives
As though, I were a bubbling spring
Fed by prairies taken under the wing
Of a bloom; without, motives.
Revised …
When I found my four-leaf clover
Love I couldn’t more find moreover.
Separate pieces of lives
that somehow fit so together
my heartbeat light as a feather.
Every pulse my body revives
as though I were a bubbling spring
Fed by taken under the wing
of a flower; without, motives.
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