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On a bright and beautiful morning,
to the morn breeze we go driving
taking thee to the park for strolling,
crossing a bridge which was hanging
a picture of you taken overlooking
and watch uncles and aunties go jogging,
and a guy over the lake/pond snapping;
we tread on pebbles and hands a holding,
dropping dude from the bag scuffling,
"Don't want ah?" an aunty went asking,
with a photo of a lizard, dude is catching,
stories about drain-deep water lily picking
topped with a shot and a drain itself looking,
and a sign about bicycles so contradicting;
blurted loudly "Side mirror" to hearing,
trees with the ray of light was glimmering,
in thy fingers a dandelion to blowing,
on a rope swung to then posing
and Stewie a name given to calling;
henceforth to me, all this is just loving.