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MARCH FORTH

Chamomile is a weed. Sorrel too.
The world's worst drivers
Go around and around on a road
That was once a path
That happened to get them.
Excitement comes and gets us
In its rockstar car, takes us
To a high place. What do you see?
Show me something beautiful
Is my housecoat, tell me
Something good, play the ace.
Race you to take the calendar
As an imperative, and when we tie
I'll only need to buy one more.