It was approaching the fuzzy part of evening
With faded colors, western sun and foggy skies
The late spring part of evening's display
Alive with moths, mosquitoes and fireflies...
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One detects faraway tossing waving trees
Their whisperings carried on balmy breeze
Spring approaches by riotous leaps and bounds
Slowly bringing ragged winter to its knees...
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These were the mellow mystical mushroom days
When earth slows down seemingly to a crawl
The waking of buzzing, humming, flitting things
And the time for splashing need of parasol...
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Yes, it was the indistinct part of eventide
Shadows playing tricks under sinking skies
The last ray of sunshine sparkled, then died
At the spot where evening's first darkness lies......
