Sunny Quagmire Biography

The beauty of the trees;
the glory of the seas;
the songbirds soft cry;
the wide blue sky;
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Rising from the willows come little bird cries;
their mother is gone off and away up in the sky.
They think they're forgotten and all alone;
to scratch out survival and shrink to the bone.
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The Sun is like a wise and stooped old lady,
she raises up her golden head beneath the stars,
and each morning tends her garden shady.
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There is something lovely
in a baby's little laugh.
There is something of beauty
in a duckling's tiny quack.
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