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cloudy day,
love the weather so much,
its not hot,
its not cold,
like there are fluffy, white, and floats up high,
Like piles of ice cream in the sky?
And when the wind blows hard and strong,
till the tree bent low and so their branches did too.
The wind blew the great big ships at sea,
and blew the kite away from me.
walking to the sea side,
laying on the full of sand..
listen to the sound of wind
and so with the sound of water wave..
with the feeling of relaxing,
all the stressness and the sadness fly like a kite that far away from us.
~micdolittle~
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