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Arabian Nights

It is lightly misting outside,
you know exactly what I mean -
throw in a little bit of sunshine
with a little bit of rain,
but try as I might summon up the impulse,
I simply cannot complain,

and as Torie walks beside me,
balancing on the railroad tracks,
she says oh the incongruity
of these sun-soaked rainy days,
so I remark darling, you're being silly,
which wins me no accolades,

but then I grab her hand and smile
and say hey let's go home right now
and eat the rest of that pavlova
we have sitting on the shelf
which really isn't a bad idea at all
if I do say so myself

so we jump down the embankment,
and laughing brightly, Torie says
let's run home and curl up on the couch,
no more time for promenade,
let's eat blackberries and cream and varied things,
and lift up our thanks to God!

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