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The perfect sweet scent of honeysuckle fills

the air of my Midwestern town, making it seem

to me the most exotic place on Earth.

And as luck (or angels) would have it

the air is cool and lush, begging my

windows open wide, pouring in armsful

of the honey itself.  Here, have more,

they say and Oh still more, for soon

it will all have gone away. So gather

your honeysuckle while you may.

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