Lands
on a delicate poppy,
BOUNCES Bounces
On her dark delicious button core,
Arises
Banks
a little drunkenly
One petal separates,
falls
Don't say like a tear,
But it lies beneath the poppy,
whose time is nearly done
of war yesterday we went to war to rid the world of want filling coffers with oil vast vats with grains dark powders spice life water and...
