It was jazzy June and green butterflies, filled the air with magic.
Then butterscotch days were long, until the purple sunset panic.
Sunny June, when music festivals, were staged in shady parks;
While in treetops purple martins, warbled their musical remarks.
Late springtime everywhere, and sandy beaches were crowded;
And it seemed such a long spell, since skies had been clouded!
In the dreamy season of youth, blossoms preened everywhere,
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I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride.
John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely home, shaped like a shoe;
And our older children did farm work daily, as they'd ever been wont to do.
My older children were reliable and steadfast, since they were nearly grown;
But, my young ones often got in mischief, and my eldest didn't live at home.
Although I loved my children dearly, they did ofttimes, seem to be in my hair.
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Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.
Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!
Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing, when he was a young boy.
Like gazing at rich black skies, and loving the champagne, starlight joy.
Fish and frogs frolicked during the fruitful friendships of Albert's youth;
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Polly Pleasance was seven years old, like the decade soon is going;
She had so many pretty dollies, like deep purple pansies, showing.
Polly took care of her dear friends, for love's always taken seriously;
Buying doll clothes with her allowance, like night, adorned deliriously!
They were admired, and the envy of friends. She had so many dolls!
As magenta shimmers in twilit moonlight, whilst blue earth revolves.
Polly still believed in fairytales and magic, like many others her age;
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Charles Green was eight years old, and his father was a great teacher.
Yet, Charlie preferred playing to school; because he was a daydreamer.
The Greens lived in the town of Ivoria, where dahlias nodded greeting;
And Charlie frolicked with Sam and Scarlett, until sun came, bleeding.
Samuel and Scarlett were his siblings. Both got good grades in school;
Like gardens dyed in burgundy, red, orange, and gold, lovely as jewels.
Fantastic, flaming nights were not far, and gusts fitfully tossed flowers;
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Solomon was born in exuberant springtime, and it was on a Monday.
Proud parents were Gregory and Helen, when now became someday.
They dwelt back in the good old days, in a house not far from town;
But, near enough for work and fun. Like moon, when earth is around.
Solomon was christened at Church of Our Lady, one joyful Tuesday;
And he was three months old. It was a scenic month, of wild bouquet!
As he grew, Solomon was popular, like fiery sunset's fuchsia distress.
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Louis Watson loved well made, toy ships, and had a fine collection,
Since father was a sailor himself. Like aged wind's novel directions.
Louis loved sailing toy ships on Crystal Pond, like gaiety filled youth.
He'd pretend they sailed on open seas, laden with candies and fruit!
His family lived on the edge of town, beneath pink-beige starlight,
Looming as evening warblers began singing, to scarlet Mars' delight.
Louis had fun with best friend, Fred. They had boat races, ofttimes.
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I am forever roaming, turquoise,
Thrashing, with a roaring noise.
I'm often kissed by sunset's lips,
Red in passing, on endless trips.
Reflected in my sparkling deeps,
The sky I once was, often peeps.
I'm foliage and flowers and birds.
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Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.
Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!
Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing, when he was a young boy.
Like gazing at rich black skies, and loving the champagne, starlight joy.
Fish and frogs frolicked during the fruitful friendships of Albert's youth;
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Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
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