Friday, April 8, 2011

A poem from someone years ago who called themselves Ebeeme


from  The Magazine of poetry and literary review: Volume 1 - Page 167 1889

DANDELION

While last of summer's tokens new
born to feebler glow
Like love in old age quickened the dandelions blow

Ebeeme
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