How can any day ever be wrong
When the Light's morning stream is ever so long
It makes gardens blosson and gnarled cliffs glisten
It calls upon the birds to warble if you're up to listen
So I call to you all to look out this morning
And if the sun is shining don't be boring
Get out into the world and remember you're free
To live your lives and writes poems.. Like me!
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