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Never The Same
Morning breaks differently
Every day,
Oh sure there’s the daily
A to B crowd
Blinkered, headed
To their coffee chains,
But the air is never
Quite the same,
The cloud patterns
Are like giant finger tips
Always a variation,
The sun on your face
Doesn’t trace back
To yesterday,
It’s always fresh and new
Much like you
Always a new
Intriguing adventure.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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