The Morning Dew
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Juan Olivarez
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The morning dew is on the grass,
Bright and fresh, as a lovely lass.
Sparkling on the leaves so bright,
Like diamonds in the, morning light.
The morning dew coats everything,
Roof tops, trees and play ground swings.
It's what the night has left behind,
Something without dew you cannot find.
Autumn dew rubbed on your face,
Gives the appearance of ancient lace.
Dew in the spring may seem uncouth,
But your face will blossom with lost youth.
8/15/10 Alton Texas
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