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Enveloped in the warmth of the suns rays The delicate dew on a cobweb, Is glistening and taunting a small fly That walks on the edge of the rail. I watch through the egde of my lashes, That cover my eyes from the glare, As a magpie greets the day with her shrill cry Swoops down and catches the fly. and I sigh.......
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