Just A Perfect Day

Growing languid and satiated in the heat of the day, on the grass still wet with dew,

Sleepy with contentment in my damp little seat, the sky is a perfect blue,

Stretching in a lazily unhurried way, I adjust my scenic view,

On a day that sings like a morning lark, nothing else I’d rather do.

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