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Apr 2017
Morning,
Almost,
A night's shadow is still here.
Refusing to leave,
Holding on,
Clinging to air.
And the morning can not start,
Eyes are still shut.
Until the shadow lets go,
Morning will not show,
Us, today,
Nor one ray,
Of sun will we know.
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
(London)   
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