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On tippy toe the brown mud smiles Trails of mud trapping some unaware Boots no match when bare footed with painted toes Drawn down into caressing clutches Suckling mud burgeoning a surprise Rain washing suffering from ones muddy eyes Freshly cut hay thrown into the melee A raft floats on muddy surf Regretfully, revellers begin the paddle home
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Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
Music festival: Walking the path of hay
On tippy toe the brown mud smiles Trails of mud trapping some unaware Boots no match when bare footed with painted toes Drawn down into caressing clutches Suckling mud burgeoning a surprise Rain washing suffering from ones muddy eyes Freshly cut hay thrown into the melee A raft floats on muddy surf Regretfully, revellers begin the paddle home
Musical festivals bask in everything from sun to mud
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Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
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