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There are days made of summer when

a stream drifts slowly on in its

sleepy way to no particular place.

Did I hear a tree sigh?

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Places still as a photograph.

Hazy as a dream.

Cotton candy clouds in a blue sky.

I under the shade of a willow tree

watching the slow turns of a finch

and a dragon fly.

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Shall I lunch with ladies?

Shall I talk to fools?

Shall I make a ring of daisies?

Shall I wade in pools?

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When I stare into the water

an odd reflection do I see.

The clouds swim over my head

The captain is out to sea.

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