The earth has turned all shades of brown,
of faded blooms and brittle ripeness,
of longer days grazed at dawn and dusk—
we gather at water to get the news
before we retreat from summer sun—
over and over, near the Solstice.
The earth has turned all shades of brown,
of faded blooms and brittle ripeness,
of longer days grazed at dawn and dusk—
we gather at water to get the news
before we retreat from summer sun—
over and over, near the Solstice.
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You have a couple odd looking cows in there.
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