The Picnic
The dawn of a new era.
Noises dream while children play.
In the light of the sunset, I see
Yellow sunlight shine warm upon my face.
Full of grace, I lay my head upon my
Pillow and dream of a multitude of
Colors and crayons - water colors and
Orange marmalade. Biscuit, biscuit!
Who has the jam?
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