Heather on moors, waiting
For just the right moment
To burst into purple bloom
Unfazed by the whipping winds
That nearly knock me over
Waiting.
Patiently,
Waiting.
Heather
Heather on moors, waiting
For just the right moment
To burst into purple bloom
Unfazed by the whipping winds
That nearly knock me over
Waiting.
Patiently,
Waiting.
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79
If 79 is 2+2
Then a male sheep is a ewe
but if 79 is 79
then tie up your hair with natural twine
If today is yesterday the 79
then all the songbirds are to rhyme
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