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I found a sunny spot,
Not that it means a lot.
Everyone has a sunny spot,
The one I have is under a tree,
The sunny spot always finds me.
At mid morning,
After the dawn,
When the fog is all lifted and gone.
People start rustling about,
But can't see me,
I'm under a tree.
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2023
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