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Sitting on a park bench on a bright sunny day, Relaxing in the sun's warm, sweet rays. Top of the trees , Glistening leaves gently swaying in the breeze. Higabove A plane flies by Air-brushed clouds through a country-kitchen blue sky. Birds sing their song, The winds come and gone. Just watching the cars pass my way, My cares slowly fading away, Sitting on a park bench on a bright sunny day.....
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
Park bench....
Sitting on a park bench on a bright sunny day, Relaxing in the sun's warm, sweet rays. Top of the trees , Glistening leaves gently swaying in the breeze. Higabove A plane flies by Air-brushed clouds through a country-kitchen blue sky. Birds sing their song, The winds come and gone. Just watching the cars pass my way, My cares slowly fading away, Sitting on a park bench on a bright sunny day.....
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
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