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Summer Intermission

Placid river barely moving Clear of sediment now settled Summer reeds are gently writhing Bed is lucent, pebble speckled Willow fronds moved by faint zephyr Twine in lithe adagio dance Aspens whisper trembling measure Senses all becalmed, entranced Movements so decelerated Where compulsion to align? Days of sun intoxicated Let the clock subdue it’s chime Too soon: life’s twilight; drawn: the blind May time pass slowly; I’ll not mind

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Date: 6/26/2020 1:56:00 PM
Ah, 'days of sun intoxicated...May time pass slowly; I'll not mind.' Such relaxing, refreshing thoughts, 'far from the madding crowd!' Thanks for the respite, Geoffrey, however brief! Kudos, Gershon
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