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A Morning In The South
I wake
Just before the sun
Pour a glass of tea
Then stroll outside
The wind was blowing in my face
The shine from the sun
On the wet grass
The river flowing next to me
The dogs running to me
Sayying good morning with a howl
The birds sing
Awakening the sun
As I took a drink
It was as cold as lakes in the winter
As it went down my dry throat
I feel the mist in the air
And for the frist time
I feel
Nothing is wrong
As my glass empties
I feel
Alone
Just wanted to note that I
Just wanted to note that I shared this poem with my students today.