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Feb 2021
The sun rises, the birds wake.
The day begins so smoothly.
Appreciate this precious time.
A couple hours into this day,
all becomes jumbled with the rest.
No one has their own thoughts,
Until the next waking day
                  When
For a few hours the world is yours.
Written by
Darline Gelok  69/F/Canada
(69/F/Canada)   
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