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Jul 2018
There were two boys, one man, and a balloon
And one dog, all yellow and purple at this time of day
And somehow the field cut green and low
Made the air feel even stiller when no breeze
Came down from the mountain
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For a while they sat there looking, maybe west or north
It didn’t seem to matter much; The colors played
Over their repose and they look painted on that field
And I wondered if from the road I was no further
Than they were close to one another
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Because you knew these five, laid under the summer sunset
So still you felt the windless air hold back
Would be there long after you had left
Would maybe wander for a blade of grass
Captured all alone in a painting
Yves C Sutherland
Written by
Yves C Sutherland  19/M/VA
(19/M/VA)   
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   Hartaz Kaur
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