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A Sunday morning in a lonely chair by the beach I wish I had a pen to write or a stick to move the sand I did a lot of thinking in a very short time I had the feelings I had the words, they nearly did rhyme I wrote something about the beautiful heaven That stare me from so far away I wrote about the feelings that I had This morning when I left I wrote about the beauty that the nature is And the peace that place this is I smiled to myself and read it once But something I had missed I had done it all wrote a poem At last to describe the beauty the nature is A title was left