As a Lady of Bug Size

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If I was much, much reduced in height
by some magical means,
Becoming, perhaps, a lady of bug size,

I would call these strange things trees—
The yellow mushrooms, I mean—

And know the shade of the leaves
High up in the canopy,

Twinkling with quick winks of sunlight
blinking with the breeze,
As the darkness of a starry evening sky.

 
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