Day by day we question much.
From worries to those who for some reason reality is far from touch.
We make a list and reminders to get stuff done.
But never remind ourselves to smile and have some fun ...
Within the pale blue haze above,
Some pitchy shreds took size and form,
And, like a madman's wrath or love,
From nothing rose a sudden storm.
The blossom'd limes, which seem'd to exhale
Her breath, were swept with one strong sweep,
And up the dusty road the hail
Came like a flock of hasty sheep,
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