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Daytime in My Mind
The sounds of spring fill the air
Wonders come oh, so near
The cardinals p-thew! p-thew!
With a hiss, sun evaporates dew.
The smells of fresh mowed grass,
A neighboring mobile's tinkling glass.
The wind shuffles the leaves of last fall
The smell of hay from Beebee's stall.
Robin Redbreast at the bath
And a mouse's tail dragging upon the path.
These precious sounds I impart to you,
My sight is gone, but not my roots...