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Friday, December 18, 2009

Morning..


Western night winds have blown away,
Rippling clouds are driven far astray,
As the Weary moon stands lower,
Stars around are disappearing slower,

Early dawn up on the hill,
Sun Rising ever higher still,
The heavens will shimmer with light so bright
When the golden sun will rise to its height.

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