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PRIMITIVE


Muse amuses musings in soul
There forever
Word's wondrously wrap whole world
Ball turns with blue, orange, green

Prevalentine where Cupid's hearts now rule
It was canola fields, blanket on the dirt
Full bright skirt from India
Sitting on your lap, bucket of canola flowers

With the powers
To heal
Skin
Amen!

Silky, soft, smooth
Feeling
Sends Valentines to the
Ceiling

Where the ceiling is God
The floor is nature
The divinity, the primitivity
Of this Valentine, my muse.


2/11/2007 1900 cj


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