The Skies Are Open
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And Nuuk It rains And glaciers mount And climb the stairs of Oslo The drill returned to Sussex Downe And prej derailed no Swindon
Why oil released Itself to Maine And frackistan was infected romaine and beer For ginger and prouse And German potatoes And winking in Rothesay at play
The best of undrought And return of Ritchie To its forest Without Shell Of fires of prodness to double Eternal Bread At breakfast upon the hill And walked and returned In seven
The sweetest day was Ireland At Cork for the Romans to swim Celebrating time And calcium lime And sepulchre to release to the Being