(a rubliw)
__________by Precious Jones

letís play
outside today
or would you rather stay
inside beside me molding clay?
behold the golden hands that dance in may
they arch and march Ďcross my sweet bay
to taste the pulsing fla-
vor, eat and sa-
vor prey

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