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Jul 2013
The Sun warms me,
and fills me with glee.
With it's rays oh so bright,
there's nothing that isn't touched by it's light.

The Breeze cools me,
while I'm resting under this tree.
It fills me with joy with just a touch,
something that doesn't happen oh too much.

Together the Sun and the Breeze,
they work wonders with such ease.
Bryce K
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