If the sky comes thus
A love all scored
Blue and white on the widest canvas...
And a tennis lawn so green lush bright
As if a dreamy carpet laid
A grassy bed
To lie and take eternal rest...
Blessed as if a song
With no cares...
No worries...
All put into an envelope
And sent flying by the breeze so kind...
A free freed creative poesy bred generous mind...
Why should one not be Happy
And be deified?
Deified...
Under a wimbledon sky...
Blue
And
White...
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