Death Is Comprised of Deep Blue Tortures

Woods have toggled to Spring, blue bells blooming

That's my team's crest and kits colors, home: periwinkle shirt, pink shorts, yellow socks, road: white shirt, pink shorts, periwinkle socks
We are two weeks from peak young Spring green woods, usually BAM! about May 1st at 39-16'18'' N, 077-17'14'' W, but Spring kabooming early. Though yesterday first O Yeah, Sweat hike of the season, the ground never froze solid last Winter, ground warmer than usual, Brood X will be out early too
Photo of course though at moment I don't plan the standard Anthony Hecht green poem or the standard Brian Eno green song that goes with it
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Working in an Arlington VA Safeway during the plague
How natural is numeracy?
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Despite entrenched certainty why I require faith and will never accept faith if it ever walked up and hugged me I will always want a team to root for that demands periwinkle as primary color and will successfully endeavor to keep looking while ensuring I never find it if it smacked me in the face
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DEATH POEM ONE

Michael McClure

 DEATH IS COMPRISED OF DEEP BLUE TORTURES
                                and filled with dark chocolate cake.
                                   Birth has gone with the losses
                                         of endless imagination.
                               A round brown leaf whirls at the tip
                                            of a spider thread.

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                                                                Winter
                                                I will study
                                   the whiteness of plum blossoms
                                 and look for knots in an old trunk
                                    at the edge of the forest fire
                                          near some deer bones.