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Apr 23
I open up my window & shades                                                           ­           
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and let the fresh air rush in                                                               ­                   
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Feel the sun's warmth on my face,                                                            ­    
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get ready for the day to begin                                                            ­                    
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Smell the fresh cut grass                                                            ­                          
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see it's covered in dew                                                              ­                    
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  a lemon lime zest draft,                                                           ­                       
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  I drink in the view                                                             ­                                         
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The birds are outside singing,                                                         ­                   
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the tree's rustling in the breeze                                                           ­               
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All the while I'm saying                                                           ­                   
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Thank you, God, it's heavenly
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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   Simon Bridges
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