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Nov 2017
I wake up in the morning
I feel life, I feel its space
I ponder myself, I feel myself
I feel into truth and innate
possibility is wise grace
like the first rays of sun on my face
a reflection!
Written by
Mark Brown
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   Demonatachick and Zeljka Clark
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