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Wednesday, August 17, 2022
Rapt
Cicadas screeched
As summer reached
A blistering crescendo
The symphony
Played heatedly
Right outside my window
The crickets sang
And whistles rang
That sounded so exotic
I could have danced
But sat entranced
The melody hypnotic.
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