Wash away sunset onto crimson skies of cumulus clouds weary of eve's chill
Resting neath cover so growlingly
Draped upon a young child's fever
Fading day, as starshine knowing
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Creaking limbs in wind do blow; far off as Topeka and Buffalo -I like the crimson sky at sunset.