There once was a glassblower who lived by the sea. In the daring years of his youth, the glassblower would pull all kinds of strange and wonderful shapes from out of colored glass. He blew neon spires
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As we rest in a hammock,
the maraca snake slithers past
at the speed of nonchalance,
and feathered torpedoes
play tag.
Buzzing bees bumble by.
Motion fights stillness
and silence smothers sound
among the hallowed halls
of ferrous stone.
the maraca snake slithers past
at the speed of nonchalance,
and feathered torpedoes
play tag.
Buzzing bees bumble by.
Motion fights stillness
and silence smothers sound
among the hallowed halls
of ferrous stone.
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