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Just got on this site and enjoy the talented poets.
As I wake the morning sky taps silently on my window. The alms it brings begin in gold and glide to richly bathed blue on blue. The evening sky withdraws - noiseless in its mantle of gray - finally to offer diamond-studded indigo as I sleep. |
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Nice and welcome
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