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Looking out my window There are many things to see, My little flower garden Made by God and me. I see that the rain has brought New grass for me to mow, But I can't disturb it now It's still a bit too low. The birds are at the feeder Since the squirrels were chased away Delighting in the feast I left Out there for them today. Ah, and there's my little dog Cavorting all around the yard I need to close the window But I'm finding it very hard. The comforts of a little home Are calling out to me But the beauty outside my window Is mesmerizing me!
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