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Cactus garden

Oh these doves, they are cooing crazy

a language full of sunrise colors

with a variance of blues, they coo

and soon the quails – laughing

the way they do, in their morning mood

smaller birds chirp and shrill

the air, melodic music filled

here amid this cactus garden

singing just because

their halcyon songs to the sun

and too these flowers

explode in petals of pale yellow

blooming high

in the saguaro towers

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