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Tue 25 May, 2004 06:05 am
"On Getting No Admittance to a Private Garden"
By anonymous author
Most likely hates visitors' clog-spikes leaving prints on the green moss.
No response is made to my prolonged tapping at the wicker door.
But how can the splendour of spring tide in a garden be enclosed?
A twig of red apricot flowers peeps out over the wall.
A twig of red apricot flowers peeps out over the wall.
"But how can the splendour of spring tide be enclosed?", I call
No response is made to my prolonged tapping at the wicker door.
Most likely hates visitors' clog-spikes on the moss floor.
Ori, it was fun to make a poem out of your lines.
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