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, And in this light I believe everything On...

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