A beautiful summer morning.
A park bench made of stone,
young green leaves hovering over you,
The sun tries to catch you,
you lean back and forth to avoid it.
It catches the edge of your newspaper,
some words more lighted than the others.
The dog sniffs your feet,
you sniff the air.
You pat the dog lovingly,
and nature responds with a light breeze.
A park bench made of stone,
young green leaves hovering over you,
The sun tries to catch you,
you lean back and forth to avoid it.
It catches the edge of your newspaper,
some words more lighted than the others.
The dog sniffs your feet,
you sniff the air.
You pat the dog lovingly,
and nature responds with a light breeze.
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