_At this time of year,
it seems that everyone
is looking for a piece of blue sky
with a little bit of green;
Among the frazzle and the dazzle,
the trash and the tinsel,
a piece of themselves
that they misplaced;
Down the back of the sofa,
back in the day
when blue sky grew on trees
and green summers were forever._
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
_At this time of year,
it seems that everyone
is looking for a piece of blue sky
with a little bit of green;
Among the frazzle and the dazzle,
the trash and the tinsel,
a piece of themselves
that they misplaced;
Down the back of the sofa,
back in the day
when blue sky grew on trees
and green summers were forever._
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