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Mar 2012
these morning yawns are drawing on,
to wake up now
to sweet birdsong
a rare and scarce occasion
as the body ages
and the bones
become thin
fresh as a daisy has to pay the day's wages
before a trickle
of strength is let in,
the droopy eyes,
listless sighs,
the walking through treacle
of waking up time.
David Bell
Written by
David Bell  Durham,UK
(Durham,UK)   
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   Isilwen Grier
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