These are the glory days.
No matter.
What anyone says.
Soft focus.
On the velvet haze.
Of the blue lotus.
The summer sun’s rays.
Caught us in a daze.
Nothing could shatter.
Lay back on the earthy green baize.
Our eyes ablaze.
Minds amazed.
Let us count the ways.
We can appraise.
Before time strays.
Delays a new phase.
And we have to scatter.
Our mental chatter.
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