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Morning, Poem / by Jacqui / 5 Comments
It’s peaceful now, and what I see
Is calm repose of big palm tree,
Along the fence my eyes do meet,
White jasmine flowers’ scent so sweet,
I know that Friday doth bequeath,
So many duties I’m faced with,
Before the role as day’s wordsmith,
The morning air is my first breath.
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