Slithering August

August. I am jumpy like a child.

If sugar hills do Harlem-shakes,

then Churches-choir danced!

An this red-white cross of paradise country,

planted a few fruitful apple trees –

and I ask it to grow fast,

as knowledge slithers in.

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