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Midsummer
I SEE the millet combing gold
From summer sun,
In hussar caps, all day;
And brown quails run
Far down the dusty way,
Fly up and whistle from the wold;
Sweet delusions on the mountains,
Of hounds in chase,
Beguiling every care
Of life apace,
Though only fevered air
That trembles, and dies in mounting.
Alexander Lawrence Posey
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
~Russel Baker
The only nation whose name begins with an "A", but doesn't end in an "A" is Afghanistan.
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