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Jan 2016
Each morning like a rainbow,
Even with the sun still down.
Her face always a glow,
With a smile; never a frown.

She presses in real close,
Right here under my arm.
Her lips like a rose,
Waking me with no alarm.

Nothing ever felt like this,
Free from anger and rage,
Just a perfect heavenly bliss,
Ending this mornings page
Timothy Fuller
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