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21 March 2008

March #5

It is a good day,
a sunny day,
a flowery day.
Warm enough,
not too hot,
but with a breeze
to cut the comfort.

A day to do nothing,
a day to be comfortable
while doing nothing.
A day where perhaps people
can begin anew.
Posted by Emily at 12:09
Labels: breeze, good, poem, sunny

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