I wandered lonely as a clod
What flots on hig o'er valves and hill,
When all at once I saw a clown
A ghost, of molten daffodils
Beside a lack, bentweeth the tree,
Flut and doncing in the bruz
(c) Woliam Blurgeshwords
#poetry #artlife #embolism #decompressionbendsfromdiving #clod
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