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WILD FLOWERS

I will be sober on my wedding day,
my eggs uncracked inside my creel,
my tongue sleeping in her tray.

I will lift my breast to pay
babies with their liquid meal,
I will be sober on my wedding day.

With my hands, I'll part the hay,
nest inside the golden reel,

my tongue sleeping in her tray.
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