Poem: April 21
The Locust Tree in Flower, by William Carlos Williams
The Locust Tree in Flower
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of
green
stiff
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bright
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come
white
sweet
May
again
The Locust Tree in Flower, by William Carlos Williams
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedAmong
of
green
stiff
old
bright
broken
branch
come
white
sweet
May
again
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