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Long of Summer

So came the days,

long of summer’s winging

sweet the cherry chickadees sang

of June

Grasping leafy ribbons hung,

willowy warm the trees we swung

All the green – the frog soliloquy pond

Fritillaria, frilly forest fronds

grassy mountain meadow paths,

daisy clouds bloomed, swirling past

Wild geese flocked the lake,

dusk too soon alas

August night of seasons end

starry meteors flashed across

velvet black whistling to

a blue moon

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