morning

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Pondering the difference between dusk and dawn

Sitting on an old chair on my tiny front lawn

Dew drops on the freshly-cut blades of grass

I hear the sweet songs of the wind-chimes of glass

When suddenly the sun rises with no warning

Leaving me with a fresh day, and a new morning

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