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Sep 2020
Looking through my window brings me peace the mind. I never know the rare treasures I might find. The clouds form into mysterious shapes. Through my windows squirrel gage. The flowers soak up the sunshine. On grass the deer dine. Birds sing happy in the trees. The leaves sway beautifully in the breeze. The dogs & cats , run, bounce, & play all-day.
Melissa Maylath
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Melissa Maylath  46/F/Waymart
(46/F/Waymart)   
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