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Sep 2017
In the morning
I see them
coming over the edge
enlightened spirits
guide me
Through the day
I feel them
pulling me towards
all the answers
when I need them most
In the night
I hear them
whispering in my ear
Rest easy, they say
And I their humble servant
gladly obey
Written by
Joseph Miller
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