Morning Experiences...
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Whisked face gets reddened,
next day really gets darkened,
night bathed mister gets tanned,
snow rolled damsel gets sickened,
He, the Sun God has emerged,
chasing away all old spirits,
the house lizards always agree,
a few return home to change,
Birds voices are fraudulent,
the passing clouds are wonderful,
curtains, the marching cars,
are squeaky, while hearts are racy,
Dishes on the plates and in bowls,
gone in within few minutes,
tips of the straw are strained,
when ants build their own homes.
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