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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

John Barnes

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How sings the chlorophyll in rain,
The dark dank starving place
While winter serves the sharp white light,
And prickly fingers eat.

The dolor of sorrow confides
In dripping amber leaflets
The green of summer
Brown with aging grief.