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Feb 2
The morning sun struggled
Against the bindings of the horizon
Until like a newborn it was ground-free
Up and out, it went and came into the world
Pulling hopes and dreams along with it
Like lovely streamers on rising balloons
Flowing in the hopeful breeze of day
A brand-new day

In which to hope and dream
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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