We’re at the art fair to promenade.
sundry streets and do what we will!
Here is summer, on parade.
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Beyond the yellow barricade,
canvas tents establish the rill.
We’re at the art fair to promenade.
.
Awed, we admire each bleached hut’s façade,
browsing all sorts of ornate frills.
Here is summer, on parade.
.
My friend wants to purchase a homemade
telescope, praising the artist’s skill.
We’re at the art fair to promenade.
.
Therefore, laughing and sipping lemonade,
he paid this vendor for our thrill.
Here is summer, on parade.
.
We see a black and white mime’s masquerade,
hear a man’s didgeridoo trills.
We’re at the art fair to promenade.
Here is summer, on parade.
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This villanelle is copyright 2012 of Jessica Anne McLean. All rights reserved, but file sharing is strongly encouraged.
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