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Clean blue sky dressed with radiant white clouds
Washed by series of sunshines from weeks past
And heavy rains and thunders over a few days ago.

Pea green grasses braided into dusty clay soil
With worn-out spots like leopard patches
Revealing mud puddles and distant tree roots.

Rusty brown iron sheet roofs on painted houses,
Some with black trims and splash aprons neatly placed
Others with dirty bases inflicted by playful children's footprints.

Curmudgeon January winds desensitize colors
On perky leafs clogged in a fat tree, bothering devilment
Insects trying to make a decent living in harsh conditions.

Two stone throws away from the wide necked tree infected with insects,
Tar marked pythons vibrate on frequencies in their eternal sleep
When heavy cars burn rubber and potholes on the sun heated backs.

Further away into the shabby untamed bushes and jousting branches
Hiding bush paths, lithe thatches rest peacefully on a polemic mud hut
Where families have exchanged words and punches to establish its true owner.