Like a Grasshopper in a May Meadow So much life,   so much green,      so much dew on my feet,         so much eye-squinting sunshine and hot wafty   late morning melancholy      that keeps me from sailing         the effervescent puffs of white. So much wanting    to leap and never         come down. So              much lush. So…

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