Flying Over Yangshuo Valley
June 17th 2009 The whispers in the morning/
Of birds twittering/
Of frogs croaking/
Of bamboos swingswing/
I waked up and opend my window/
I like the boutique and small hotel/
Good morning world/
I ate my yogurt and apple/
A little bit humid/
A little bit chilly/
I put on my jacket/
Which I brought from the West Street/
A quarter to six/
I walked downstairs/
At the lobby I met Louise/
She's waiting there in a
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