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Flaming Poppies
Blowing
their scarlet free,
the poppies in the glen;
and here's to sing their majesty
a wren.
The red
flames swell and surge,
caught in his vocal art,
and rescue from its numbing dirge
a heart.
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Amaze Vol.
3, No. 1 Spring
& Summer 2004
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