Thursday, March 27, 2014

It is a fine day, with a clear sky and the sun shines.
A lot of happy people, and many glad kids. It is a nice day.
You can say the day is ’per- fect.

You are not able to point at a thing there is no good. All things makes the day great. 
The green trees, the blue sky, the green fields and line the sun made far away in the fields, where earth and air meet. No bad thoughts, only the good ones.

1 comment:

  1. "Happy" and "people" are both two-syllable words! I like the 'cheat' you did with 'per fect', though!

    The story is lacking the punch line: It is the poem that ensures that we still know how 'per fect' she was!


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