An invocation perhaps. Something to think about at your feet.Daffodils in The Grove
Tight green buds stay closed
In the north wind till the sun
Eases them open.
In Lakeland, the kitchen utensil store, well know for its ingenious gadgets, one old lady says to another: "Anything that's unknown to me ... I don't like. I can't be bothered with newfangled things."
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