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Kristin Dunning Poem
When I wake up in the morning,
with a smile on my face,
I feel as if I can't get enough of the human race.
Such a beautiful sight, such a wonderful day,
I shout for joy with a hip, hip, horray!
As the day longs by the hour,
I watch the blossoming from flower to flower.
And as the night grows near,
I shall have no fear.
For I know that in the night,
everything will be quite all right.
Thus, my fantasy, so perfect and sincere,
shall draw to thine eye a perfect, little tear.
Copyright © Kristin Dunning | Year Posted 2008
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