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Julian and Joan were married, just as glitter is joined to crystal sun. Julian was a famous violinist, like redbirds making music, in season. Joan had a variety of elegant shoes. Of them, she was rightly proud. Like seagulls of lakes and sky, whom liberty makes scream out loud! The Halls were very busy people, like smoky shadows, ever moving; And mornings were most hectic, like windblown petals, disapproving. Flowering ferns graced their country house, when old friends came; For a face-to-face is much finer, than wondering what love became. Farmers went to frolicsome fairs, when firecracker family popped in; Like fad future in a fascinator, carrying memories of way back when. The Halls lived in the house of colors, like the kaleidoscope, spinning. Days were entranced by hues and beauty, like a rainbow reminiscing. Sabotaged shasta daisies bowed, while gilded, silver raindrops jingled, On the street of jade, turning seasons, of red Mars and stars, mingled. Neighbors noted navy blue skies, when a nuanced sun, sank in rubies; While they'd enjoy a nightly snack, or watch the never-ending movie. 'Skeleton glass warriors' guarded the greenhouse, of a fragrant June; As 'Biltmore's ballgown' plants were admired, beneath the new moon. 'Turquoise green cockscomb' plants strutted, in nature's pretty vanity; And 'rainbow pampas grass' showed after storm, delighting humanity! One particolored, exceptionally hectic sunrise, the Halls were in a tizzy. Joan had lost a favorite shoe, and Julian's bow was missing. Such a pity! They couldn't find the items! Julian left for rehearsals, very frustrated. Joan left for her boutique. Yet, gold sun'd soon return, when motivated. After they both had gone, the first butterscotch rays, indeed, appeared; And their talking rooster had much to say, like hues, after mist cleared! 'Cock a doodle doo! My dame has lost her shoe, My master lost his fiddling stick; And doesn't know what to do And doesn't know what to do.'
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