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Wednesday, November 24, 2010
The light of day.
The light of day
It induces all;
Of the sun resting
Gently on the streets;
Illuminating the canvas; and
The souls’ will to create;
The stroll checked though
For now it is blank;
And to paint the light
Nothing can be done.
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