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Exclusion by: Seraph I’m sitting here in the cold damp shadow of the warm rising sun, on the drab grey concrete stoned to death plastic bags and other litter float merrily along beside the leaves thrown in disgust from towering trees, stirring in the wind birds seek refuge in the overshadowing giants of nature a light breeze stirs disturbing creatures from their gentle rest a windstorm of leaves swirls
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