[Just a little poem I wrote this weekend...Comments please!
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When the sun rises,
While the birds chirp,
After the morning dew settles,
Before the smell of sweet honey drifts through the house,
My Saturday morn' begins.
As I gently glide from my bed-chamber,
While the fog outside the window begins to clear,
So that the majestic sky is seen,
When the sun rises,
I find my peace.
Before the worries crash upon me,
Before the mopping and sweepping,
Before the working and schooling,
When the sun rises,
I hold my lovely lady in my arms.
As I breathe in the sweet air,
Before the smog and smoke emanates from the streets,
I can see the real beauty,
When the sun rises.
Amy I. Marsteller
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