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A Yard | ||
| In a yard betwixt the trees One can still enjoy the breeze. Leafy canopies ascend, Ready to their space defend. Birds are chirping merrily, Glad that they care flying free. Vines are creeping on the fence, In a rambling that's intense. Petals scatter on the ground When a summer breeze is found. Everything is in its place, Full each day of God's good grace. | ||
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