As the majestic flower sways in sync with the elegant wind. The bird sing they're song in the scorching sun as they go through the soft marshmallow clouds oh what a kids dream this is. Leaves twist and turn until they hit the hard pavement. As countless cars whoosh by dogs poke there head out like they were born to do it. Grass is as green as a freshly picked lemon the kids are playing in the backyard people are playing with there pets and hanging out with friends make me want to be a kid again what a blast!
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