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Sunday Morning, 9.45

The voice of the trees singing sweetly,
Their mother caressing them gently,
Wisps of hair fly over my face
Soothing sleep my eyes doth kiss.
A distant drilling machine rumbling,
The tinkling of cycle bells.

Caw Caw. 
The vicious acquaintance is
Here to announce his loud presence.
Instrumental music on the TV,
A delicious aroma wafting about,
Lost in thought over an assignment.
The pencil rolled over,
And I bent over to pick it up.

The trees singing sweetly.
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