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June 1984


Woke up with a mist

lying in the bottoms

reducing to shades of gray

what should be green and gold


Swallows, safely hid,

sing to great the sun


through all the sky


glowing ember


on billows of cloud

silent on the breeze

       carrying also

               summer showers


Each New Day A Miracle
Copyright Peter Rhebergen
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