Dinner In the Wind
The wind chimes ring to a summer’s breeze,
With the fragrant smell of hot chicken baking
Wafting around, setting hearts at ease—
As wind chimes ring to a summer’s breeze
—The rain falls gently on the growing trees.
The old couple waits with bodies aching;
Hearing wind chimes ringing to a summer’s breeze—
With the fragrant smell of hot chicken baking
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