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by Patricia Spears Jones
You looked Texas today road hard, scrubbed brush, blown tires gasoline islands But later California returned-fortune's poster child radiating. Truck full of gas, cheap camera in the glove compartment1 stuffed toys on the dashboard, beads2 on the steering3 wheel, a pretty girl's picture-fatherly devotion. What is lost when love ceases is the power to forget the early sweetness, the late bitter talk, the longing4 for renewal-we all want Spring, but Spring does not want us. Persevere5, the skies murmur6. Persevere you weeping poets. You funny beasts. Hopeful and hurting breathing dragons' magic fire. Dry seasons last much too long which is why deserts are vast. Floods don't help, but days of chilly7 showers make for blossoms pink, blue, violet. A soft evasion8. Drink from the lake's glacial cup. Hope for better winters. 点击收听单词发音
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