Awry The Rye Rises

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When God's green grows
it's rarely in rows
.. awry the rye rises
.. unruly the rose.

Freely wind blows
Unstraight..river flows
Unchained.. fire glows
rarely in rows.

*

Footnote;

to Rosale Cohen Quine

who has passed on

and to Sharan Atak and her

husband

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