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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 


At Dusk
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