I've thought of you this morning - though coffee has spilled -
the dog woke me in the dark.
It's late morning - there - and must be beautiful -
though the flowers there - neglected -to tell you -
Perhaps the light is thin?
What are you doing, sir? Please to tell your heart -
the keeper -
as she pleases -
won't you tell me how you do?
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