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Yesterday afternoon.
The wind blows thick, hot summer air, I sit and take it in, weak, in my chair. I look around, I’m surrounded, By forest thick, lush, and green. I can help but wonder, What life will make of me.
The wind blows thick, hot summer air, I sit and take it in, weak, in my chair. I look around, I’m surrounded, By forest thick, lush, and green. I can help but wonder, What life will make of me.
