Spring

Sun shines on the lake in the morning.
Prunes and orange juice are eaten by the patient.
Rainy afternoons splash a soul in water.
In the afternoons, ships ply the Atlantic ocean.
Night-time the stars rest upon shoulders.
Glass crashes to the floor, falls backward. (hn)

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