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Morning Sounds When morning's light begins to rise To start its spread across the skies To promise day to start anew With prompted eye I wake to view And listen for the morning's do With sound of silent rising sung By stretch of nearby rooster tongue And soaring softly overhead The say of errant goose is said I lay here silent in my bed Then gravel crunching in the drive Signs morning's printed news arrive When all that moves begins to feel And warmth of present moment steal To keep for future pleasure seal When sleepy senses spoil the plot And body tries to keep the spot I hear the sound of footed floor Your stirring sounds I so adore So soon my slumber comes undone Too soon you leave what you've begun Some sounds of morning, left, unsung |
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