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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the very warm May' afternoon, I decided to take a stroll instead of being blue, and getting a little adventurous was to discover another pansy or violet bloom; these flowers were the precious gifts of a little and frivolous lover, who gave them to the prettiest ones who loved a boy in pursue: and as the rain fell on the maples, they giggled like silly kids hiding their dimples... And who was listening what they were whispered? The songbirds that watched them from the dripping, thick branches, perhaps learning some of the human behavior from the tenderest ones, who were quite funny and silly, and made great chums; gitty was a word they did not comprehend, but happily they chirped to make them glide and dance: until their enthusiasm and frenzy did fray, and they stopped, overcome by their fraility... And would their sentinel's eyes move away and focus on the unhappy butterflies that failed to flaunt their skills, on the meadow of dandelions I waited to be chased, but birds and butterflies flew away to warn me of a foul play: with the fury of an impeding storm, they jumped on me and began tickling my bare feet, to make me pay for my teasing; delirious as a frantic clown, I laughed too hard to beg for mercy, but they, the clever ones, ran off and left me screaming... And as the rain fell on the maples, the haw-keyed Weimaraner came to lick my cheeks, to give me comfort for my defeat, and he barked and beckoned me to follow him to a nearby hiding: there the brats were plotting their next michievous scheme by water-filled balloons and a heap of shaving cream, as they instructed one another how to surprise me in my retreat; and as the rain fell on the maples towards early evening, all their flabby plans came to an end, unable to outsmart their admirer... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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