The tree in the front yard
Keeps peering in the windows
And waving its hands,
As if it is someone
I know, who knows that I am home
Despite my not answering
The tinkling wind chimes.
Keeps peering in the windows
And waving its hands,
As if it is someone
I know, who knows that I am home
Despite my not answering
The tinkling wind chimes.
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