Perfectly pure honey, from
only four-leafed clover;
Rain only in season while
travelling the whole world over.
An unthorned stem that ends in
a rose with no bruised petal;
A hill for children to roll, in
a field devoid of nettle.
The statement I'd intended,
the point I'd wanted made;
doth equally often match that
which was finally conveyed.
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