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When the birds chirp from their high trees When the last drop from the Keurig falls When the distant engine in the sky fades When the neighborhood dog sings a song When the food smells like a holiday When the breeze is gentle enough to tickle When the sun tip toes over the horizon When the hour is young before the day
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Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 11:01 AM UTC
Morning
When the birds chirp from their high trees When the last drop from the Keurig falls When the distant engine in the sky fades When the neighborhood dog sings a song When the food smells like a holiday When the breeze is gentle enough to tickle When the sun tip toes over the horizon When the hour is young before the day
CoreySmith
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Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 11:01 AM UTC
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