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a place man will never find
downy skypuddles filled with rising rain
now sit strewn across the empyrean ground
looking through the muddled mirror of terra firma
mudsodden clouds flush with nebulous mire
float idly in the sticks of the boggy blue yonder
staring through the other side of the looking glass
pellucid pearls of sunsweat dew freckle
the abounding brush with a morning mizzle,
sheathing the spring-fresh blades of grass
wisps of dank fog rushes through the lea
like a storms gale whistling through the trees,
splintering into a web of beclouded haze
the halcyon meadow quiescently sleeps under
a bedewed blanket of efflorescent verdure,
protecting it from the gentle falls of dandelion snow
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