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Where would I go
  if not right here with little to show,
  while at my laptop pondering the view.

Sometimes, I get so busily obsessed
  with by want of writing I am possessed,
  so oblivious of nature that I forget to see.

The world outside my window
  filled with life and song not innuendo
  and a garden growing fast before too long.

If life overtakes me I would be forever in regret
  I missed the wonders of a songbird's quintet
  that disappears and fades as the day progressed.

But blessed I am by some inner call
  that begs me look and enjoy the beauty of it all
  from the garden growing in the timeline of my life.

So for the moment, however brief
  walk the garden, breathe, smell the roses like a thief
  as time passes and may never be caught again.

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