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Jul 2016
New Morn
Dawn awakes
and of the sun
I sip

Birds cry
and of the song
I sip

Petals open
and of the beauty
I sip

Trees sway
and of the breeze
I sip

Life anew
and of this
I drink
Joanne Smith
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Joanne Smith
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