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The experience of summer -
no air conditioning -
no shoes, no shirt - no service
dense, lugubrious days
and the cool relief of night.
Purple tongue, dirty fingernails, and grass stained knees
from an afternoon spent in the garden
sucking on a grape popsicle...

Okay, here's my thoughts for today - curiously enough, written elequently 143 years ago by Emily Dickinson:

A Tongue - to tell Him I am true!
It's fee - to be of Gold -
Had Nature - in Her monstrous House
A single Ragged Child -
To earn a Mine - would run
That Interdicted Way,
And tell Him - Charge thee speak it plain...
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