Thursday, July 14, 2011

On My Porch Comments

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I sit on my porch, eyes closed and ears open. The sounds of a summer’s night begin to fill my thoughts; a hot breeze blows across my face. The mocking birds begin their nightly chorus, followed by the chirping of crickets. A sparrow joins the melody, his sound most frequent.
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John Miller
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Mr Abdul Hye 27 April 2019

‘Clean much clarified words that can give more like Tagore ones too’.

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