Shownotes
Tennis makes me happy you, not so much
Blurring by some little thing to curtsies
Who's never seen on tiptoe to play
Sweet shadows playing at the stupid catch?
Am, it was quiet in that scented mood,
Reared out in quiet sweetness of the wood?
How the wet notes your distant blossoms hang,
How the little woodland theatre is mended!
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