The wind tickles the lion’s soft cheek
While the bluebells sway musically
In the swirling wind
While the bread-and-butter flies tap dance
As the canvas of the sky
Is splattered haphazardly
With blood red and army green and
blue
Bring back memories of multi colored
Play-Doh wigs and
Midnight rendezvous with
Oreos and oranges
and
Little girls who dance in
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