Picadilly Laughter
Cranberry dreams upon a blue silk pillow of yore
Strawberry smiles upon faces young and poor
White lace trimming along the edges of a yellow dress
Caramel smells waft and giggle a nose to caress
Gentle raindrops caressing my cheek on a pretty day
Holding onto the moment as the sky goes to a dark gray
Floating white clouds nudging at my heart
Summer smells of barbecues with childish laughter
Piccadilly sounds, harmony in tune with my mind
I have magic at each window of fun I find
A beckoning soul leading me to laugh evermore
Carolers with multicolored faces; fun for all
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