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2d
It was a Sunday morning
When the day was just dawning

The air was so cold and felt like a shroud of ice
But the sky was bright and that was nice
There was no one around
Not even a sound
No birds to be seen
All asleep in the evergreen
keeping Warm
in their dorm

It was a Sunday Morning
When the day was just dawning
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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