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Under the Cherry TreeSerenely I sit under the old boughs of this lovely little cherry tree, idly thinking about life,love and happiness. I drift away under the sweet,fragrant aroma of its pure white blossoms that tickle my nose with wonderful delight, and know that everything will be alright. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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