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Dec 5
Morning has broken
It’s raining again
I’m dancing in puddles
With a glint in my eye.

Morning has broken
The sun comes out
Dries up the puddles
There’s no fun in that.

Morning has broken
The day moves on
Pavements have all
Gone dry
Love walking with world
Nobody asking why.

Morning has broken
Day fades into night
No more puddles
Till the morning light
Everything linked like
The ball and chain
When I wake up
It I’ll be raining again.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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