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Jan 2014
A creek babbles blissfully in the distance,
I listen intently while a round cloud rolls by.
The forest is filled with much persistence,
For creeks babble while creatures sigh.
A choir of birds chirps cheerful candid tunes,
It's like music to the ears.
This is how one should spend their afternoons.
This is how one should spend their years.
I am at ease.
I am relaxed.
Michelle
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