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Oh sadness sits on the windowsill
looking at the white faced heron
looking for the frog it longs to eat
the holm oak shades the water lillies
that shade the frog and goldfish
sadness knows not all three
can live to bring forth young
to populate the little space
beneath the towering gum trees
in blazing heat and temperatures
that forge steel
fish are silent frogs croak
white faced heron flies off
sadness sighs relief
turns to get on with the day....
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