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As I Perch By The Window

As I perch by the window, I can see:

Autumn leaves fluttering in the sky like a graceful butterfly ,

Ornate oak branches swaying in the fresh wind,

And Robins tweeting a sweet, chattering chant.

As I perch by the window, I can smell:

The fresh, crisp breeze rapidly rushing up my nostrils,

The swirl of chai spice swirling it’s way up to me from my kitchen,

And the soothing smell of mint from my garden.

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