Pondering
I wake and drink a cup of tea;
the dawn is rising, greeting me.
I wonder what this day will see.
How will things be? How will things be?
Will nations still be waging war?
Will soldiers die on foreign shore,
or will peace reign, again as yore?
What is in store? What is in store?
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