Breezy -- another Monet in the sky, undisputed picture and
a healthy splash of shock.
Shall I keep the key yet another year, dear?
Well, it runs far over now -- did you hold your end
of misery's candle?
Searching for cotton wishes and finding cloudy gnomes
and ending up with minuscule parsley bullets.
Tease and test to no end while wits break on boots
which hide other keys again.
Hart in the woods and verdant shimmers, I can be here.
Yes, tiny lanterns and morsels of colour.
Please, light the way .......
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