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I feel the warm sunshine
And reflect pure blue skies.
Looking to a window,
I smell baked apple pies.
Somewhere in the distance
Music's being played.
It's on days like these
I know that we're God-made.
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I get a warm feeling reading this. I can feel the sun, hear the music and smell the pie. I love days like that--when we remember our place in the universe. A moving poem.
