Oddments

In search of story

Connections: April 7.17

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Oh, nippéd bud,

of thee I sing,

poor little cringing

misshapen thing!

Frost’s cruel fang

hast bit thy head

and left the blood

a darkened red.

Thy brothers and sisters

in sad disarray

look equally puny,

alack-a-day.

How now, spring?

What mischief this?

whither the photo

for our synthesis?

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