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There are yellow eyes Flickering, A heaving chest, A stretching touch, At rest; he eggs the sun. A sheet of blue is pulled across, A fading sky of restless stars, He richly purrs to wake the birds And gently puts the moon to bed.
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
Beginning The Day
There are yellow eyes Flickering, A heaving chest, A stretching touch, At rest; he eggs the sun. A sheet of blue is pulled across, A fading sky of restless stars, He richly purrs to wake the birds And gently puts the moon to bed.
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
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