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by HisBlueEyedAngel Aug 18, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Walking through the morning light is sun shinning bright, Sun shinning birds singing fresh morning air. Dew flowing through the air I breath giving me fresh air that is clean. I walk down the bed of flowers smelling the fresh morning smell they give roses, daiseys, sun flowers, and all have a sweet smell to them. Birds singing, kittens playing, children running and laughing with a scream making every one happy as can be. (Not yet all the way finished. I may finish later.)