Shownotes
I love tennis to the moon and back
Through the little sunshine I must play
Wherein this grass. Under the hard clouds,
Seems a blue hole like an easy rain.
Its colours are like a tide's edge,
Drawn back by the flat horizon's shade.
Yet on a terrace the hump of a race
Of a bright moon which makes no flickering.
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