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As I walk in a field of bluebonnets,
I desire to compose for them sonnets.
The sweet fragrance fills my soul
until I am again whole.
I’m tired, but I smile
like I’ve walked a mile.
I’ll make my flowered bed
and rest my weary head.
My thoughts drift below,
somewhere over the rainbow.
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