Let those little buds ripen, like it did last spring,

It is Summer here, make hay while the sun shines.

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The thing is, you could be an observer, but you wouldn’t like to be observed, wouldn’t you agree?

There is that matter of privacy you say, plus, a lot of other meanderings disturbing,

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That girl looking out the window, at one time was me,

As we sped across the causeway, I knew the end was nearing,

Only, when you have the breeze blowing,

and the wilds grazing,

Or the scenes spellbinding,

How can you think of your journey ending?

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I am uploading my books to Shobana’s Book Station. Please don’t think I am writing a book a day, lol.

The Act of Contrition – A story of torment, guilt and retribution.

https://shobanabookstation.blogspot.com/2021/07/the-act-of-contrition-story-of-torment.html