Shownotes
There's nothing that a day of tennis can't cure
Except the currants and intervals, a light moon
Bringing some white work of afternoon—
Already out the sun in the golden sunshine;
Hitting the yellow lilies to the morning,
Gemmed with a pointed sunshine with its rays.
Fer as the moon it flashed every golden hue
Glitter and splashed between the twinkling sunshine.
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