As Tarnished hats seranade high seas
that not even a Solemn hound could resist
Or ignore the scent of fresh tea
And Would you wear a hat
as the sun melts on boiled honey taste buds.
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Behind red wood scaffolding
Wrap around Glass mountains
that range from bays in shallows.
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And where Statues that Once held sway
Now Hide their eyes from sight of man
Off grided paper isles.
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As paracetamol dissolves for painless cursive desires
That are loaded in Astronomers view finder.
