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Secular Poetry As I sit quietly here
Wond'ring what to write
Butterflies are circling my cluttered head.
Serene the river runs
And sweet are the melodies of the birds.
The unlikeliest source of music
Is the beat of every heart
The call of every spirit.
I listen to nature babble a moment
Before putting pen to paper.
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