At dawn foamy clouds wash off melting copper and brass,
Blinking skies open eyes and blush looking down under,
Languid plains wash off stains of last night murky blunder
And grass hoppers stubbornly shake off dew drops on grass...
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Sticky fog patches bedew squinty eyes,
Faint wail of skylark falls deep into heart...
Smoke from burned quitch grass licks face with a tart,
Leaves whipper prayers falling from the skies...
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