A Pleasant Morning In July
A Anjandev Roy
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It is a pleasant July morning,
Gentle breeze is blowing,
From the tree the flowers are falling
And offering the earth its blessing.
The children are busy,
one, two and three,
They are picking the flowers with glee
And the God in the corner is happy.
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