A sweeping meticulously white
Frivolity O these wind-tossed petals!
Yes it’s tough when we’re here
Always wanting things to be
beautiful
Momentous events are just
One two three trillion flakes that
keep
Falling off these pear trees
Now you a little troubled
Rejoin the others and a
quiet
Adolescence when you tasted
wonderful
Air every morning before school
Yes and those days were still
Irritating and boring and svelte
Perpetually ardent like spring
Blossoms trodden and run over
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