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The chair sits high,
the window large,
a perfect framed out view.
Cars go by,people too,
so much, so much to do.
The birds stop by to sing a tune,
then they too are on their way.
A dog barks, a cat meows,
someone mows their lawn.
And here I sit, in my chair,
watching life go by.
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Sitting by the window
Sitting by the window
