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Literary (Submission): Summer's Bloom
Ere pestilence and gloom
The thought never occurred
Yearning desire be spurred
To play the fool and jest
To vex and be a pest
To discourse and contend
To bother and pretend
Just a moment once more
With sunshine I adore
E'en if a single mote
This all I shall denote
Though a fool would I be
To cling to this mute plea
Even without the blight
Mustn't play the moth to light
Come too close and fire burns
Too far and frost returns
You be content and glad
Over all you have had
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