Denis Martindale Poems

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The greenfinch landed on the snow,
Upon the twig to stand,
And looked as if no place to go,
With nothing firmly planned.
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Green fills our gardens, just like the grass.
Blue fills the sky and that's first class.
Indigo, alas, few people would know.
Violet is a flower that we can grow.
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