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Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus

Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus Before landscapers mow swaths across undulating waves of clover (the father/daughter team usually cut grass every Tuesday) bumblebees alight from one to another flower. Meanwhile, I lie splayed mid morning June 28th, 2022 with stomach upon natural carpeting quietly basking espying Robins oblivious to presence of yours truly pleasantly distracted unable to concentrate reading latest issue of Mother Jones. Revered quintessential pitch perfect... omnipresent natural muse idyllic and pacific temperature sprawling within sundry schema encompassing sundry biota at Highland Manor Apartments) with nary any other resident nor human hypothetically I experience webbed wide world imagining domain singularly mine. Splendiferous sunlight bathed sol barenaked lady alas and alack leavening kernels harkening civilizations bajillion millenniums back before mechanization punctuated courtesy opposable thumb hominids forged, molded, usurped... mother lode carte blanche yielding resounding click and clack blithely extracting resources disregarding warnings regarding drawback Capitalism paradigm wrought *****sapiens witnessed vanquishing close calls with extinction nevertheless man/womankind came roaring full steam ahead stronger analogously think one who trudges thru thick forests zigzagging across rudely cleared switchback already disappeared without a trace what animal, (perhaps protohuman) no tell tale track. Blessed balm of solar warmth permeated one primate seduced asleep albeit 245+ months into twenty first century, where proliferation courtesy since first Industrial Revolution circa about 1760 to sometime between 1820 and 1840, when bruising bouncer(s) maintained law and order within barkeep saloons in colloquial jargon cheap trick availed supertramp goo goo dolls guiding drunken proletariat recesses deep makeshift private booth disproportionate money forked over cuz crowded house needed upkeep occasionally respectable fellow (an average Joe just Biden time in tandem with his imaginary veep enriched coffers, whereby generous money found vent to all purdy girls to weep. Daydreaming, and inebriate on air I taste a liquor never brewed* beware... potential plagiarism avoided Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) gave clear signal, though she dwelt (still does) with dead souls - poor dear mine non deliberated reference to said poet spontaneously sprung into logophile engineer her brief life, yet... impacted American and English literature triumphant and devoid of fear harmonious, prodigious, and voluminous hand deftly wrought skads of poems within her noggin cogs and appropriate gear smoothly meshed only a humble folk like her muffled modest gaiety only she could hear. ------------------------------------------------------- *I taste a liquor never brewed (214) Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886 I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. When landlords turn the drunken bee Out of the foxglove's door, When butterflies renounce their drams, I shall but drink the more! Till seraphs swing their snowy hats, And saints to windows run, To see the little tippler Leaning against the sun --------------------------------------------- further details:https:// academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/ english/melani/cs6/liquor.html

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