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I sat down on a old wooden bench In the park one scorching, sizzling summer day It was hot It was humid I decided to write anyway Angry thoughts in my mind Feelings of frustration I needed to unwind As I worked on a scene from my imaginary play The intensity of my thoughts drifted away I looked up from my yellow notebook A pair of Ducks approached me I had to take a second look What an odd pair of Mallards Bobbing green beaks flapping gray wings Quacking in unison Sounded like they were trying to sing This fowl twosome were quite entertaining I no longer felt the need for complaining So if you feel your life is in flux Spend an afternoon with the Ducks
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Afternoon with The Ducks
I sat down on a old wooden bench In the park one scorching, sizzling summer day It was hot It was humid I decided to write anyway Angry thoughts in my mind Feelings of frustration I needed to unwind As I worked on a scene from my imaginary play The intensity of my thoughts drifted away I looked up from my yellow notebook A pair of Ducks approached me I had to take a second look What an odd pair of Mallards Bobbing green beaks flapping gray wings Quacking in unison Sounded like they were trying to sing This fowl twosome were quite entertaining I no longer felt the need for complaining So if you feel your life is in flux Spend an afternoon with the Ducks
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melrosejoe
65/M/Cleveland OH
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
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