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	The Front Porch
	Serenity, peace, warm fresh air, Sweet aromas of lavender, Country hay and vegetation, Habitation, observation. Standing on nineteenth century Grey and cracked cement memory, Breathing in garden sensory, Looking at stunning treasury. Sitting under huge verandah, Backyard massive Jacaranda, Rocking chairs on front porch oh yeah! So comfy to relax while there. Blackbirds, wagtails, galahs greet me, Nowhere else I would rather be, Morning sun from eastern aspect, Such beauty of golden perfect. Having Irish Breakfast each day, Later on it's Café au lait, Moccona instant milk and cream, Front porch mornings always a dream. Friends with feathers graze on apples, Royal Gala served with pineapples, Waiting for the ripe apricots, Also peaches, hoping for lots. Planted passionfruit and the plum, Nice Satsuma that's now been done, Bringing the lemon was no fun, Roots took hold under the fair sun. Summer is here with thunderstorms, Children cast off their uniforms, Time to play and relax on beach, Books packed away, no further teach. Now watch them walk, run, and ride past, They not going to school so fast, Holiday time in this old town, Many things slowly winding down.