Summer people
Boating,
Rushing,
Roaring,
Yelling!
They go rushing, roaring, yelling,
Boating, down the lake by my dwelling.
Summer people
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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