( midsummer murmurs )



there are echoes in the hedgerows

of the babbles in the brambles

sticky whispers in the thicket

where the goose grass tangles

as june's a spinning jenny

she's a loom of a loon

halfway up the greasy pole

- a strawberry moon

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