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Okay, I know I just said I was going to bed, but I just felt like posting a poem I recently wrote before I "hit the sack" (I used quotations there because I normally never use that phrase, I just felt like doing it for fun hehe).

Enjoy!

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Nothing breezes

Like the wind, on

A Sunday Morning.

Like no holiday, it

Brushes away

All our problems that

Were sitting, comfortably

On our hilltops.

The flowers bloom with dignity,

All the trees sway

With peace, all the

Crashing waves move more

Smoothly, all because

Of the wind.

Do not object, for

This is how it

All should, and

Must, Be.

Nature allows it,

And you should too.

Good night (for real this time, my eyes are literally closing as I'm typing this, so I'll go to bed now. for real.)! :)

Bean out.