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A gentle breeze whipsthe old tattered flag silver dollar leaves of the aspen danceyes dance from its touchtossed roadside litterslowly skips along a journey unfetteredrusted windmill bladescreak and groan finding their wayfull circleclouds gently nudgedby this whisper kisslazily roam the skybut the dog lays stillinnately oblivious asleep on the porchthe only movement a twitch of his eardamned bothersome flydreaming his life away.
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