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so blue
this early afternoon
I saw the most perfect
blue skies I had
ever seen
so blue that;
crayola
gave up in
disgust
so blue that; in the
ancient south, old
black men threw
down their beat up
guitars and walked
back against the
crossroads
so blue that; the
sun smiled and
delighted in the
sight
I don't know if
I shall ever see
anything as
perfect again
but if I do,
just in case
i do...
I will be
ready
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