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Today the larks stretch legs near forests plump;
A butterfly's new wings punch through cacoon.
Today a hundred specks o'er river jump.
a cyclist over mountain gravel zooms;
Here, tucked into a cozy living stall,
"Today"'s a word just etched on procelain rim.
The air within these walls profess strained tones;
A beauty recalled cuts through brittle ice.
"How is today," he asks; "what conquests have
I claimed?" Well, far from nature's poems,
How can I see today in all its glory?
A moment more to conjure her I need.
Today a miracle strikes the fog-hid isle;
"How is today?" "Well, listen for a while."
Today speaks for herself, and rests her
Laurels on her ever-crescent song--
Awaiting our cadenza.
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