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Here is a poem by me: Morning Clouds in Santa Monica The specter of winter Lingers at the edge of town pawing Pawing to reach a house Where morning sleepers awaken By the song Of a western mocking bird Pleading with the sun to chase the clouds Back over the sea.

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