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The world is full of miracles And not the least of these Are bulbs I plant in autumn Beneath the drifting leaves. I feel a strange excitement As I place them in the sod… Committing them, in dark and cold, To do the will of God. The sunny days grow shorter now, November’s breath is chill My faith of definition is… Bulb equals daffodil!
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