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On the first day the pond was dug.

On the second day the rains came.

On the third day tiny butterflies massed .

On the fourth day whirligig bugs spun.

On the fifth day the doves drank.

On the sixth day dragonflies skimmed.

On the seventh day goldfish swam.

No rest for nature, only perpetuity.

 

7/30/2013