summertime

White billows afore cerulean blue
The smell of Charlie, like a pheromonic catalyst,
Whispers prospects of love.

Cleave fast to that which is new
The slightest intimation
The faintest of dew

Watch the sun
Christen the damp ground with joy
Alas, it is summertime!

 

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