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One hour....

One hour , you say
One hour
What can I say
300 hundred words
Or more
One hour
One hour
One hour , about my life


I wake up
Opening my eyes
Hearing the sounds of fruits
Hearing the buzz on my clock
Buzzing my body to get up
As I rise off my bed, with the ache on my back


Brush my teeth and wash my face
Get my clothing together and brush my hair
Looking in the mirror
Kiss me today
Kissing me in the second of my hour
This beginning hour of my day


This special day 
The (Highest) ,gave to me
To wake up and breath again
Breath this air 
This air, which keeps me walking
Day by day
To take care of,  the fruits given to me
To take care of the breathe
I breath everyday


This one special hour in my life
This one hour, rises me from my bed
This one hour that allows me to hear musical notes
Through out my day, without a worry


This day,  I spend 
Spend with my fruits, as I watch them develop
I start in the kitchen , breakfast on the table
Cleaning up the mess, made in the air 
Rinse off my fruits, keep them clean
Ready for dirt and mud
As the rain comes down
Touching there roots
So they may grow 
Grow fresh fruits
Multiply by the years


One hour to run up and down
Ready and out the door
Forgetting,  not my fruits
As I raise for the the day
One hour, to put the moist in the air
Preparing my fruits for the next day
Preparing me,  for one hour
One hour 
For every second,  I open my eyes
Rise off my bed and do it all again
Hearing musical notes, protecting my fruits
The breathe I take
Take for one hour
One hour to be with my fruits

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