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Hot heat cosmic dust hazes windshields on scorchio waydays to say
the journey fades with heat fatigue.
The quiet shaded burrow of tranquility beneath the berried hedgerow
beckons home.
Oh! To suck the oxygen off chlorophyll leaf, lick glassy dew from grassy tips,
hear birds quaver with quivering syrinx and feel my own feet upon the ground.
Memories rush in, vivid as holidays.
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Monday 1st July 2019 4:33 pm
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