Sunrise

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When I finish a poem

The sun starts to rise

As for the stars

They are my prize

I write in detail

And I write long

But not to worry

This is not a song

But I must go now

Here comes the light

And with the night leaving

So goes my sight

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Hehe...I'm a little night owl :)

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