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MORNING
MORNING
I am the buttons of stars giving way
The frosty
chill of a Winter’s day
The pink
streak of pre dawn sky
In an
era long gone by
When milk
bottles sat by the townspeople’s doors
Where
newspapers thrown lay still on porch floors
And the
train whistle signals another day’s born
On a lazily
sleeping morn
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