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Dec 2018
Morning shines
The birds whine
The day's begun anew,
Creature rise
No surprise
The smell of morning dew.

Roaring tide
Trees abide
Filling land with sea,
A calm mood
Brings lush food
Filling them with glee.

Calm of night
Dark's delight
The nocturnal come to play,
Dug in homes
Wooden domes
Not wanting to become prey.

Comfort of home
No need to roam
The creatures now get to rest,
No need to worry
Nor need to scurry
Since family is the best.
WB Raymond
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WB Raymond  20/M/Mars
(20/M/Mars)   
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