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Dawn of the Strawberry Sun
These are the days of the shimmering squids,
Who wear velvet hats on their gelatin lids.
The better times bloomed from a telescope lens,
And turned all our enemies into our friends.
We walk on the ceiling and paint with our toes,
A mural of cabbages wearing pink bows.
The sadness was eaten by mischievous goats,
Who sail through the air in their upside-down boats.
Rejoice in the dawn of the strawberry sun!
The marvelous nonsense has finally begun.
Our pockets are stuffed with the echoes of bells,
And songs we recovered from peanut-shaped shells.
There is nothing but joy in the upside-down street,
Where rivers of lemonade wash over our feet.
The past is a feather that tickles the breeze,
And the future is humming a tune in the trees.
Who wear velvet hats on their gelatin lids.
The better times bloomed from a telescope lens,
And turned all our enemies into our friends.
We walk on the ceiling and paint with our toes,
A mural of cabbages wearing pink bows.
The sadness was eaten by mischievous goats,
Who sail through the air in their upside-down boats.
Rejoice in the dawn of the strawberry sun!
The marvelous nonsense has finally begun.
Our pockets are stuffed with the echoes of bells,
And songs we recovered from peanut-shaped shells.
There is nothing but joy in the upside-down street,
Where rivers of lemonade wash over our feet.
The past is a feather that tickles the breeze,
And the future is humming a tune in the trees.
Prompt: 3 happy poems about better times
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