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Day Dreaming As I ride my bike into the setting sun I can feel the evening breeze Making shadows from the leaves Dance upon the trunks of trees Cotton candy clouds and the smell of fresh cut grass Returns me to the past When I used to play on bales of hay And eat grapes off the vine I shared laughter and joy over trivial things Sometimes I wish that I could be suspended in that time
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