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Magical Days
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Poetry from the Heart The days so quickly pass
gentian blue skies, clear as glass
clouds so white and soft
butterflies flitting by
birds soar by aloft
warbling their happy cry
the shade from trees o'erhead
waving their branches
in the wind's circadian rhythm.
Riotous blooms casting their spell
with their glorious heavenly smell.
The grass soft and green
just meant to lay on
and enjoy the early e'en
These magic days we've been given
by God in his heaven.
Jh/6-5-11
