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My Window

My top floor window

A narrow view

It lets me see the sky so blue

A wave of clouds

Way up high

A hundred miles up in the sky

Lined up chimney’s

Atop each roof

Pigeons sitting all aloof

Just two tree tops

Quite far away

Dark green leaves gently sway

A single pylon

Brings power to me

The power that I need to see

Fourteen windows

All curtain clad

They make a house look very sad

Garden sheds

Just three to see

Never much activity

A single Magpie

He seems obsessed

Perhaps he’s looking for a nest

Now you can see

Not much to say

It doesn’t differ much each day

One thing missing

Missing from view

Oh yes my friend, that thing is you


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