Its Sunday Marning me Neighbours

Its Sunday Marning, time to get up and take a walk in the flower garden in the back yard. Watch the bees fly around, buzzing, sucking up nectar from the core of he flower. Ahhh yes, all these different scents, its like there is a carnival of aroma in your nose. Sit on the dew covered grass, feel the cold crystal water soak through the thin material of your pants. Smell the smoke from the farmer next door as he burn the shrubbery from his early morning weeding of his patch of corn. Listen to the rooster crow in the valley just behind the house. Oh yes, nothing like a tropical Sunday marning. Its time to wake up and live.

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