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Buttermilk Skies
Oh, buttermilk sky, appear to me this night
So I can revel in your glorious yellow might
And caught in a trance I might forsee
A time even more beautiful and carefree
And, stand, I will in your awful amber glow
Feeling restored, contented and mellow.
Joyce Kasanonkwas Sundheim
1988

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