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My day awakens the very moment my eyes open from a heavy sack time.
To the absolute second the cold pieces of my golden glasses hint my nose with a chill down my spine.
There I would wander, Will today be mine?
Oh how that smell of pine be a joyous delight not to wine.
Life sences my sences to get me up
From a dream I'd just awaken that had been so rough.
Though I am Okay,
Thanks to The touch of life that makes everything fine
When I wake up to the sun shine.
Note: I do not authorise the duplications of my writings, photography, or any other personal information. 6:57pm February 6, 2016 -Kaitlyn A. Warnken

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