Day 18 = Rhubarb

Rhubarb
Rhubarb crimson rush blush
Nonsense over-analysing backwards
Pick me up and throw me down
Making sense is not needed
Spinning leaves smoothing the path
Black clouds of gibberish
Rhubarb.

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