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Acadia National Park, Maine
Here's a little waltz that I very seldom play because very few people like it
Forest of colors
With those uninvited guests
Orange traffic cones
Classic postcard view
With the crowds washed away
The frame remains clear
The pond and trees wait
A rare break between such gloom
It all starts again
Trusted Lowa boots
A familiar mountain view
Remembering all
After all these words
Finally something worthwhile
Magic talking rock
A final image
Absolute conclusive proof
No one likes Haiku
