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Poem: Something in the Crisp Air

A cool breeze tickled my face,Crisp, clear air.The waves rolled and crashed,I watched from behind the glass,Sipping Anejo. A soft sunlight warmed my face,Crisp, clear air.They spoke of love and family,I watched atop the mountain,Standing silently. A bird sung into my ear,Crisp, clear air.The trees swayed and provided shade,I watched from within the screen,Smiling shyly.…

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