Daffodils.
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Tom Allport
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New age dawn
Being... so human
Carbon copies of
A star most tall
Heavenly tears fall
Daffodils grow then bow
Little grubs fatten
On pastures unseen
Mutations turn blue
Disappearing languages too
No sense of being
No horizon
Now... gone.
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