The Quiet

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Hardwood floors,
The lazy twitch of the dog's ear,
Sun slanting onto my hand, Catching sparkles and lies,
How the nieghborhood seems to sleep,
As if all the worry was a drop of water on a hot pan,
The clock keep the beat to the symphony,
And the quiet envelopes her in the sweetest music created.





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