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Aug 2014
sitting on a bench by the lake
grass breathing
im breathing in slowly

soft and gentle to the lungs
i listen to the birds whistleing songs

morning dew with a fog of clarity
oh the sweet joys life has given me
rob
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rob  chicago
(chicago)   
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