Early Morring Poem by marie cochran
Early Morring
Its early morring I sit outsideon the poch of my country but elagent home. I hear nature all around me. From the different types of frogs to brids cherping their morring meldy. Anmials such as cows mooing, cats mewing. All the animals commuting int he morring makes such a perfect sounds. You hear the frogs the most such perfect sounds. Hope you will go out side and see what i am talking about.
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