it washes over like the wave of a smile
and lingers there, a flower in spring
a child's laugh, fresh dew on the grass
the mystery of what life will bring
the sun rising, a bright hello
all that i think of when i ponder yellow
so here you go the word for tomorrow is bubble
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I am already in my own 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness'. You two sisters and your wee wonderfuls have a long journey yet before then. Enjoy your mellow yellow travels!
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