Summertime Sonnet

July 14, 2011
The sun shines down on me
Its a beautiful day out
There's not a care as far as I see
I sit on the bench
A bird flies above me
I hear a loud screech
The birds begin to sing
They're all around
My Ears begin to ring
The wind begins to blow
The breeze cools me off
I begin writing a sonnet with flow
Life is good
Everything went as I thought it would

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