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Summer Freshness

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The sky is like a blue jellyfish.     And all around are fields, rolling meadows -     Peaceful world, you great mousetrap,     Would that I might finally escape from you..    O if I had wings -     One plays dice.    Guzzles.    Chatters about future countries.     Each person puts in his own two cents.     The earth is a succulent Sunday roast,     Nicely dunked into a sweet sun-sauce.     If only there were a wind... that ripped     The gentle world with iron claws.    That would amuse me.     But if a storm comes...    It would shred     The lovely blue eternal sky into a thousand pieces.

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"The sky is like a blue jellyfish...."

Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lichtenstein delivers a powerful performance in "Summer Freshness"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

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