Park Bench Poetry
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Take a leisurely stroll through the park, sit on a bench facing the pond, and watch the ducks frolicking around the fountain. A woodpecker taps at a weeping willow, and a great blue heron takes flight from a small island in the pond. In these peaceful surroundings I found great joy in writing poetry.
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