The river glideth in a secret tongue
And doth flow deep the summer long.
The slow day's celebration spins
Its line about all scenes, and man
Reflects the length of time
We keep meandering along sensing each flavor - each secret - that the tongue ever tasted.
So far it seems to be going good, in that I have been gliding all this day.
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