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Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I wrote this poem this year in the summer heat. The Queen Anne's lace shot up above anything else that managed to grow in this drought. It reminded me of a young girl.
Like an awkward adolescent,
the queen anne's lace
grows unnaturally tall,
lean and lanky,
in the summer heat
and does not realize
how beautiful she really is.
The picture is Innocent Wedding by Jean Eugene Buland.
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