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Oaters
Was contemplating high noon
Neither one nor the other
A fulcrum
that holds up the day
The morning bright
With hope and light
The evening ,as always holds sway
In the brightest light
Shadow will be found
As possibility
Pours out on the ground
Who will live
to see the day
The sun at high
noon ,it does not say
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Vickey Rhymer
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