No rain dead blues.

 
The sun shines bright,
no bees in the day
and the one small bird
remembers the food we put out.
 
We are semi lock down
and no crown,
booked the summer holiday
waiting for the June.
 
How many giros?
until this end of time,
still drinking wine.

 
Three one hundred days guarantee,
I saw 11 magpies in the May tree;

 
it is freak time.

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