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Mar 2023
When the birds chirp from their high trees

When the last drop from the Keurig falls

When the distant engine in the sky fades

When the neighborhood dog sings a song

When the food smells like a holiday

When the breeze is gentle enough to tickle

When the sun tip toes over the horizon

When the hour is young before the day
Corey Smith
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