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The sun went behind cobalt clouds Once again, but came out Leaving those clouds 'pon the horizon Those sunbeams now so stout Clouds slowly thicken come together Almost block the sunbeams Gradually slowly the sun's covered But its presence is supreme As the water sprinkler clicks round Hangs up in the tulip tree Its presence becomes so much quieter Reducing the noise with ease The sun is completely covered Daily sounds come alive Baying hounds, songbirds, and tires spin Each with its own wive Down where the mimosa blossoms Areas become drier Each day, help us by restoring Your Spirit, set us afire stout--meaning here is dependable Written: Monday, June 06, 2022

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Date: 6/8/2022 3:54:00 PM
This was a colorful, enjoyable write. Ann
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Sara Kendrick
Date: 6/9/2022 4:27:00 AM
Thank you, Ann. Your visit is uplifting. Sara
Date: 6/7/2022 11:16:00 PM
Your imagery is fantastic. I can almost picture the mimosa climbing against some old fashioned cottage.
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Sara Kendrick
Date: 6/8/2022 3:22:00 AM
I am glad it created some imagery in your mind. Thank you for dropping by and taking time to comment. Sara
Date: 6/7/2022 9:40:00 AM
I picture you outside catching all the nuances of the sights and sounds, Sara! I love the mimosa blossoms at this time of year? Have a sunshiny day!
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Sara Kendrick
Date: 6/7/2022 12:13:00 PM
Thank you, Kim. I am able to go out a little while in the morning early now because there is a good temperature, and the worse pollen is gone now. I think they are so delicate looking, but boy are they invasive. Sara

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