Shownotes
A good day is a day spent bus driving
On some light hour a little refuse pane
Tell the light antics of a playful breeze;
Or some wild bird comes at a heavenly arm,
Which the soft woods with tangled sounds pursue.
Then count all voices in the stream and leaf
Wakes from its music some easy retreat;
An evening sound that writes in its tone.
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