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A personification of Five O'Clock.
Five O'Clock

Five o'clock in the morning
comes crawling in
after a long night
of who knows where.
A cloud passes across
the eye of the sun
making him appear
as if he blinked,
Wondering why his day has
to start so early
come rain or shine.
He scrubs his face in the wet dew
of the long grass,
ready for the day
to begin
playing chess
with the sun.

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