So quick do grasses rise above
The freshly-sodden ground
Fast pop the daisies after rain
Has sprinkled o’er their heads
Yet trees are slow and plodding
Their branches grow sans haste
Each day t’ward the sun nodding
With patience.
So quick do grasses rise above
The freshly-sodden ground
Fast pop the daisies after rain
Has sprinkled o’er their heads
Yet trees are slow and plodding
Their branches grow sans haste
Each day t’ward the sun nodding
With patience.
“Sans”?
When did you embrace French?
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