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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet In Bee Flat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There must be a place (but I've yet to find one) <br>beneath the Sol-drawn dawn of autumn skies<br>where cut-throat trout still find the heart to run<br>and the fullness of Summer's life never dies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There, as if Earth had changed rotation, <br>Instead of honey, nature gathers dew<br>and composes a world without notation.<br>Unlike the life of old, this work is new.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Despite the nearing gray cold wintry blast, <br>the twisted fir tree keeps her dreams of green, <br>of a chamomile welwitschian past, <br>and buzzing yellow flights of friends less seen.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But bees still dance their flower pollen-aise, <br>a song of haze gold mid-October days.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(mindbringer,19 October 2009)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Holderfield">Thomas Holderfield</a></strong></div>

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