It's early The alarm sounds and I must rise I see off in the distance the moon beginning her rest My slow ascent begins Shades of black turn to purple blue to red I peep between the trees My reflection in the lake Sign in to see full entry.
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Life's imagery according to Annicita, humor is now on separate blog called Oh no you didn't!
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