Sonnet

Sonofagun, what a rambunctious sun!—  Flaunting its feather boa of cloud, it’s  Done with slumming behind the horizon,  It blazons and hastens the birds to what’s   Blooming. Our backyard’s a carnival,   Carmine and cardinal, ripe apricots  Chandeliering on breezes, ambrosial, ...

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