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"My Surroundings"

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Breeze blowing through my hair,
Touches my cheeks,
Cold and crisp,
The smell of the last bloom in the air,
Squirrels chasing each other around the tree,
The birds filled with glee,
Sing their sweet song,
I lay down under a willow,
So sad on a day so great,
The clover makes a pillow,
The green grass wet, cool, and damp,
I look around to see,
Crickets and grasshoppers flee,
The sky pink,
Like the flowers around me,
The day has come to an end.
Oh, I hope it comes again.





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