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Jul 2016
Rolling over to
crack my eye lids
to the morning sunrise
a faint
HAZE
compromises my view
temporarily
My hands proceed
to gently rubs
clearing away
the film that clouds
what the Lord has made
I am grateful
to be alive, to be awake
and able to function
in a clear mental capacity
Time to be purposeful
and productive.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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