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Early Morning on the Porch

Ah, here I sit upon the porch,
Where all is calm, serene;
The birds are sweetly warbling,
The grass is lovely green.
The crickets chirp, the breezes blow,
The sun glints through the trees,
The rustling leaves all harmonize
With buzzing of the bees.
And while I sit here happily,
Where all is sweet and pure,
Here comes the rattling truck that's filled
With chicken farm manure.

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