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Morning Dew sunshine kisses the dew; the flowers, and dandelion leaves, sets the birds to singing as they fly above sycamore and poplar trees. rain rinses the earth; the yard, and places I've been. sets my mind to roaming and wishing for a gentle spring wind. fog hugs the valleys; the trees, and those that want to hide, inspires early morning dreams that won't leave until the sun can rise.
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