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Under the humid air I sit, on my lofty rock and stare as warm summer heat rises I look toward the burning horizon Butterflies dance by together, enjoying the sultry August weather. While nearby sprinklers twirl and pinwheels whirl. A breeze gently wisps across my skin as birds fly by, weaving out and in. Settling on a limb to rest and sing before ruffling feathers and taking wing. Bright with summer's flowers Adorn my garden bower with intoxicating smells of magnolia, wisteria and bluebells Some of August's simple treasures brings the most delightful pleasures. ALesiach © 07/26/2019
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
August Treasures
Under the humid air I sit, on my lofty rock and stare as warm summer heat rises I look toward the burning horizon Butterflies dance by together, enjoying the sultry August weather. While nearby sprinklers twirl and pinwheels whirl. A breeze gently wisps across my skin as birds fly by, weaving out and in. Settling on a limb to rest and sing before ruffling feathers and taking wing. Bright with summer's flowers Adorn my garden bower with intoxicating smells of magnolia, wisteria and bluebells Some of August's simple treasures brings the most delightful pleasures. ALesiach © 07/26/2019
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
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