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The Trees Are Blowing Their Grapes Over Here, And I See Clearly A Phantom Appear, Staring Closely At Me As I Draw Near, Then Mumbles Something...

The trees are blowing their grapes over here,
And I see clearly a phantom appear,
Staring closely at me as I draw near,
Then mumbles something softly in my ear.

- Joshua Guillory
Sunday, February 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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February 28,2021, M A.M.... love... :) forever
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