Morning breeze blows to caress my pale skin
White ivory clouds tickles the blues within
Birds sings Ave Maria perched on my bottle of gin
Nothing matters but the ants across my chin
Don't lean on dreams my father use to say
While running after school in the trees to play
When did my heart beat stood still like clay?
As the green grass sway to brighten my day
-- Louis Mercier
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