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The sun was up, the day was hot;
All the lilies were in the pot, baking
golden threads of joy and happiness.
Ah, humbug...

As I looked up, into the great blue yonder,
I took a moment and began to wonder:
Truly magnificent things
these... bridges over water.

Walk across the wall guided by the light,
See the pretty pictures, glowing oh so bright.
They'd be really neat, if not in black and white.

Carved in wood... engraved in stone...
It will chill you to the bone
And your soul will shape and turn,
As you both by then have learned
to love.

Humbug?!