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Summer’s dawn,
making her early rounds.
Birds singing in flocks,
do I hear a song
an acapella perhaps?

The occasional plane engine rustling,
the quiet whish of the irregular car,
in the background,
punctuating the melodious rhythm.

Muscles relaxing,
eyes drooping again,
a snooze beckons,
at the early hours of dawn.

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