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About This Poem
Look - Listen - Feel
A large cold glass in my hand
Beautifully morning sun rises over the hill
Freshly squeezed orange juce
The waves playing on the sand at the beach
I can hear how they are singing
Carefully and softly
The day is new, sharing it with you
25.02.2013
A-L Andresen :)
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