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Animals played on 
feather clogged tubas
rambunctiously 
holding out their paws
inviting laughter to dance

Sun kissed the postmen
bald-headed and chuffed
delivering letters
trickling ink
to those who were patient

Children squealed 
like little rainbows
with sorbet smeared shirts 
the ting-a-ling for ice-cream
departing memory lane

Books battered and bruised in their case
golden spines cradled by a shelf 
unfazed by their misfortune
their stories forever optimistic 
a reminder that sadness doesn’t stay