Not born into life to be a financial or material success
Or others in any way for to impress
To pen rhyme the only gift i do possess
It is something i do enjoy doing nonetheless
Though the sun behind grey clouds is hidden away
It is good to be living on such a nice day
In March in the early southern Autumn a weather temperature of a pleasant eighteen degrees
With the silver billed magpies warbling on the tall trees
The distinctive music so pleasant to hear
Of these birds who do sing every day of the year
White butterflies seemingly dancing as they fly
And dark welcome swallolws chasing flying insects in the sky
On such a nice evening to be out and about
In pleasant March weather in the coastal south.
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