yyes, every morning,
yes, every morning,
the sun peeks twice – once, over
the edge of the world,
then again, over the pine
hedge, flattering our uncut grass
.
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yes, every morning,
yes, every morning,
the sun peeks twice – once, over
the edge of the world,
then again, over the pine
hedge, flattering our uncut grass
.
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