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Cool, cloudless, an array of green, as is wont
to be when the park spreads like a painting,
and the head spoons it like a quotidian course.
As short an arm as a brace, and quite as strong,
concrete the path to a concrete rim that held
as a bandstand holds, a graft of rainbow confusion!
It would have cricked my neck, I swear, were not
muscles so attuned to the hacking cycles of life's
invariant decrees; but this one broke up the fret
simultaneously, and bound the brain like a Gulliver!
A thousand thirsts had found the catered charm,
and costumes had eaten up the continents and the seas!
There were colours never so poised or accurately distorted
as even a child's frenzy could violence - almost a disease!
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