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Monday, August 31, 2009

Evidence Of Morning Play

Eyes are closed in slumber,
Struggling to open wide,
Songs break through the silence,
From birds where they abide.

Sleeping blades of sparkling dew,
Sighs the grass as if the prey,
Crimson red glows from the East,
Evidence of morning play.

Hello, Monday, can be friends?

TJ



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