By Colin Bonner
Were you ever afraid of flowers?
A deadline for death swept over their mourning town,
walking in the footsteps of the Cuban people.
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In a field beside Toledo,
Sherry’s sister, another “precious bride”,
wistfully sighed.
The sun thrust a needle through reality,
who greeted the rhythm with Vatican flags.
“I want to go to Nova Scotia aboard a ship,”
says the girl born in Russia.
Take care of yourself first.
