Not so much, in the walk
Surrounded by
As clasped, lovingly about.
Of what, for rusty wire
O'er each side leans
Neighed through, goldenly winds spout.
Burgeoning, as it does
From out Summer's
Magnanimous influence.
And this grassed, unimagined
Buzzed stimulus
Goes on; hazily, far hence.
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