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A Perfect Afternoon
Leisurely and alone,
I was wandering in the museum garden.
Flowers were completely gone,
But deep green summer leaves fully grown,
And on each branch
Small birds all the way chirping:
Certainly for me a perfect afternoon
To be seated still and calm,
To be lost in poem-reciting!
But suddenly a wind arose
When a human voice caught my ear,
Saying low ye...
Thursday 2nd July 2020 5:24 pm
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