Carrot grass,

Sound of leaves under toes,

And dancing trees,

Distant vehicles,

Crows and birds,

White clouds,

Dancing Sun.

And carrefour,

On floor,

A door on a door,

The country side is breeze,

It’s deep freeze,

The fresh air iS Fun.

Here you have no messy bun,

No earnest Hemingway,

No wayward nested looks ,

No awry gone books.

No hooks no bulls,

No Buffalo’s hulls,

An obedient German Shepherd,

A herd heard before,

Forefathers feathers

Amphitheatre trefoil oily lyrics,

And an uncle came on a bike,

With a spike on his head…

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