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Sunflowers there is a girl in Budapest who says I am like a sunflower tilting my head at every sun I happen upon I don't know if that's true but it seems odd here in the painter's room with snow melting on the bay windows the tall creaking trees as slender as her fingers and the aroma of productivity tucked away into every corner yes, I leave bits of my life scattered across several continents and my career is as stagnant as a rank pond in August but now I listen to the wind mumbling the sad dirge of eternity and I will wander where ever that wind, that voice, eternity take me. Adam Tod Leverton ( Want to show your financial appreciation of my work? Please go to:

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