Sprung. Rumbles and rev's of freedom machines darting here and there zoom, hum, vroom. They're driving to the stars beyond the moon. Blasts and bleeps and tooting horns as laughter leaps at London's spring reborn. Like the soothing swoosh of wind kissing atop the cheery trees, men follow women like the birds following bees. Here I sit in the sun with you, thankfully returning the kiss you gave to me.
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