Wild Flower, I am delighted to hear you call me devil dog.
Thomas R. Barton, JD

The summer rains come to me and soak me to the core, the Wild Flower blooms in its bounty, I see her beauty there and I smile, I see her words flow like rivulets from the inspiration of another’s images, the summer rains bring galloping joy, poetic beauty and images to dazzle and startle and entrance.

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