AIR
(first day of Summer)
There's only so much I can tell - I've done my
Hamlet and my Tempest too. Perhaps Macbeth
and King Lear await, though I would not know.
As long as Andronicus looms not nearby.
No froth now, mind you, let us speak
strongly of those things we may. Your
cut-out clouds are lining the sky;
like paper formations, they hover.
(first day of Summer)
There's only so much I can tell - I've done my
Hamlet and my Tempest too. Perhaps Macbeth
and King Lear await, though I would not know.
As long as Andronicus looms not nearby.
No froth now, mind you, let us speak
strongly of those things we may. Your
cut-out clouds are lining the sky;
like paper formations, they hover.
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