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THE WEE HOURS

On the cool crisp sheet I soundly sleep
as the darkness of night slowly creeps...


The Moon and Stars do their familiar dance
and the Sun waits eagerly to take its stance...


My mind drifts wonderously in dreams
for endless hours it surely seems...


The same night air that fills the room
will summon the morning flowers to burst in bloom...


With each dawn comes a fresh clean day
another chance to love and play...
Paint Me Like I Am: Teen Poems from WritersCorpsThe 20th Century Children's Poetry Treasury (Treasured Gifts for the Holidays)A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of PoetryThe Penguin Book of Romantic Poetry (Penguin Classics)

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