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   Silent CityIt's three a.m.I walk up the street,With no real destination.The warm breezeOf the summer nightBrushes over me.The stars shine peacefully downOver the silent cityThrough the dark sky.No hopes and no worries.Thoughts of nothingPass through my mind.Stopping to sitIn the inviting grass.A thin cloud passesSlowly over the moon.Somewhere a cricket chirpsIts cheerful tune.No plans for tomorrow.I watch the world around me.I suddenly smileFor no reason at all.Perfect contentment,As time stands still.by Bree Hardin, Ayer, MA



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