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Poetry By
Michael Dobberstein
Long before first light the birds begin. So I lie there, listening to what occurs The world's still dark so I can't believe They must be moved some other way. Maybe That's never seen, that we cannot name, Maybe this makes the birds sing. I lie there That starts the day. But the world just turns |
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