Every step of the way
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By Diane Hilderbrand and Jack Keller
A distant night bird mocks the sun.
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms ny face
I'm diappointed in the taste.
But there's a peace the early brings
The morning world of growing things.
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