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PURPLE ASTERS by HILDA CONKLING

First Line: IT ISN'T ALONE THE ASTERS
Last Line: IN MY QUEER LITTLE GARDEN!
IT isn't alone the asters
In my garden,
It is the butterflies gleaming
Like crowns of kings and queens!
It isn't alone purple
And blue on the edge of purple,
It is what the sun does,
And the air moving clearly,
The petals moving and the wings,
In my queer little garden!



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