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These days I try to be up
to see the Sun rise.
It's a little easier
because I need to remember
to turn off
the Amish Buggy Light
in the Corn.
Plus Grandfather Sun
is getting up a little later.
When I do see
that Glorious Golden Ball of Fire arise,
I greet the Day:
"Good Morning,
Grandfather Sun.
Thank you
for the Gift of this Day.
May I treat it
as the Gift it is intended."
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Glinda Crawford, 2011
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