Stepping into the garden,
The wet grass beneath my feet
Everywhere fresh with morning dew
The air honeysuckle sweet
The dew drops glistening,
The sunlight weakly warming
It’s so good to be alive
At the dawn of another morning
I have a very unusual pet He’s a Madagascan Chameleon But he can’t change colour As he has a reptile dysfunction
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