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Outside


Focused out the window my eyes stay glued to the scene Nothing much to look at they say but to me its a story Birds flying back and forth a busy life they do have God's whispers whipping the trees back and forth My big blue sky I stand amazed at Beauty isn't even close to what I perseve Wishing to join it all, lucky mother nature But still content that i get to watch it all Ring, Ring the bell sounds breaking my trance Time for the next class, until we meet again
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