I wrote this about 16 years ago and I’m still pondering what it really means:

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Purple petals pleading politely, perhaps praying.

Quietly quivering, questioning quests quelling Queens.

I was thinking about the dark ages, my Grandmother Instance (who was born on the Isle of Wight), Devonshire violets and Edgar Allen Poe. Those BELLS BELLS BELLS BELLS! Go figure! This is what a bright sunny spring day will do to your brain.

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