yard sprinkler wipe her fingertips
on my window to, to wake me up
it took away those grimes; clear
now i can see sky much better
it does that spiral dance; pretty
there would be rainbow if it is day
dew had fallen vanished to roots
traveling through viens of green
contributing to growth but inch
still so nice are happy to have it
i keep my quarter for fun beat
my neighbor that's chores he hates
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