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Poetry: The Spirit

by Tennille Jenks

A New Day

The sun showed through the window pain. Telling me it was a brand new day. I was excited, there was no rain. It was the middle of may. Dancing sunlight across the sky. The clouds were floating by.Excitment filled the air. It entered the world with tender care. A new day of hope shinning through. Given with Gods blessing, to me and you,.

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