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As Sun Rises
Here I stand and sit and lean,
Brush in hand in mouth not clean,
Sleep fear not for I’m awake,
Hunger call but ‘lo can wait,
And back shouts forth in yells of pain,
Yet smile begets the body’s strain,
For though the night has come and gone,
And birds do greet without a yawn,
Love may fuel what time surmises,
Love is painting as sun rises.
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