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The early morning breeze from the atmosphere; Is like a freeze that need to be measured even though it is not wind The birds of the air sweet melodies sound aloud So early In the morn Making me feel splendid when I yawn I peep through the window seeing the sky so bright Then I have the thought that my day will be light starting from the Genesis of the day to night I love the smell of the flowers And the sweet honey from bees Along side with the dancing boughs of all trees I love the waving ocean upon the sand And also in love with the seashells when I placed them on my hand; Either on water or land All things on Earth including animal and humans are of great Having hundred percent rate Either length, width, height or weight

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