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Passage Way

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I can see through it as I lay in my bed,
I can hear every word being said.

I can daydream about the outside,
I can see no downside.

I can see the animals fling by,
I can see myself asking why.

I can see thatit is not large in size,
I can see my imagination going sky high.

I can see the development of trees,
I can see a nest of buzzing bees.

I can feel the air came through,
I can see animals similar to those in a zoo.

I can see the snow being thrown to the ground,
I can hear every sound.

I can feel the rain pouring down,
I can see a dog being found.

I can see cars in full gear,
I can see tracks of a dancing deer.

I can find anything with my window,
I can lay and dream with my head on my pillow.





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