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Jul 2016
She brings me luck again
that I reach her platitudes
somehow bask not rain
here, dog days of summer remain,
her climes in her afternoons profane.
Whether exchange over
my rainbow so brilliant with her sun,
or let her horoscope cross strand
and love her by my side.
When her dreams will come true  
night and day will arise,
her alabaster in palm trees.
Season in sun
Scott F Hemingway
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Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
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