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LAUNDRY ROOM POETRY
Angel wings upon the clouds,
drifting through my dreams.
Sunlight streaming through the glass,
A beautiful song to sing.
Fresh-cut grass beneath my feet,
sun-warmth on my face.
Wind whispering through my hair,
a lovely, quiet place.
Trees talking above my head,
insects below my toes.
Sweet dew invading my skin,
flowers into my nose.
Sprinkled water goosebumps,
softly floating breeze.
Angel wings upon the clouds,
drifting through my dreams.