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Seeing Nature acknowledge me through a kingfishers eyes Warming around a bird nest of mockingbird fledglings When I stare at them from outside a window, does what dipping fingers in a
The whistle has blown. We are about to board the trolley express. As we took our seats the conductor says "All Aboard, please have your tickets ready."   It was a sight to see,
There once was a British Indian girl, Who lived in British world. Eating her fish and chips, But still loving her Indian dips One day she was told, That she would have to leave her usual mold.
What's that I hear The finals has came to a halt No more studying A rest for my utter taught A time for peace and thinking A break from it all A time for fun and cooking Be able to consider
My walk through the park
I built a place of brick and stone, Somewhere to lay my head, The light shines through the southern face, A window near my bed.   This place I made shields me from all, The elements outside.
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