Now having said goodbye,
to Midsummers passing glory.
Our days are getting shorter,
but thats another story.
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We're ripe to play in fields of hay,
and sleep by singing Brooks.
To listen to the Skylarks,
or the croaking of the Rooks.
.
Come sometimes showers of rain,
will freshen natures paths.
To brighten Flowers that bloom again,
and velvet green the Grass.
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Those happy days are here again,
make best them as you may.
For sure as night turns into dawn,
they'll soon be on they're way.
.............Danaans