I remember that rainy afternoon
in the wilder depths out there
meaning - the untrod acres left fallow
close enough to the Everglades
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Do butterflies note the soft beauty of blossoms
or bees watch the velvety glow on a rose
Do hummingbirds thrill at the fragrance of jasmine
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Changing seasons of the mind
moving swiftly over time
winter chill and summer kind
rise to heights and then decline
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She looked much like a graceful sprite
in Botticelli's art
a lady from an age of grace
when knights stole damsels hearts
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Down memory lane I walk again
Entranced by times of old
For many years ignoring them
Gone now, yet dear as gold
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The millstones grind in slow accord
apace with breezes blowing
as harvest wheat is ground to dust
in circles never slowing
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Today my life is not at all
what it once used to be
the dark and dreary vale of tears
has turned to fancy free
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They say the moon is red tonight
'Blood Moon' is what they say
is that why my whole afternoon
was shrouded in dark gray?
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They often recommended it
the ones who get around
Oh, you must go 'cause it's so great
the best show in this town
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