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Feb 2018
I see trees of green
and the leaves are clean

The wind is whistling
As the birds chirping
As we are listening to the sound of rattling leaves

Sand blows around
dancing to the wind
As the hound scratches in the sand
and finally the acorns joined
Cotton Candy Cream Puff
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