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The moon slipped from her forehead
Slid down her hair

The sun jumped in from the window

And into her eyes

He waltzed in them

Left and right he swam

Until she had to open them

"Good morning sweet," he said

The world was a wonderous burst of warm, cream, white

Cradling a zest

Zesty like citrusy oranges

Of excitement to come and a to-do list

She smiled back sweetly and hugged the new day

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Feb 12, 2017

(Thank you, Facebook Memories!)