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As water wielded down on me,
wet wonders wept,
from weirs, oaks and willows.

My quarterstaff, fielded,
battlegrounds afree,
crept s-lumber leapt on fears;
soaked on wooden pillows.

Crackling barks,
trunk’s firmed resound,
did stand, aloft and proud,
in unshackled parks,
turning early worms around,
to command the squirming crowd.

Seeds, roots and stems,
met sopped drops, driply beads
to form green, brown and blue
moist-incandescent chains.

That meld the hems of reeds in place
while leaf, stock & misted dew
rise; suprastanding in their f-ireful place.

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