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Sunrise

From the east the night is broken

The last one was so well received I thought I would try a sequel…

From the east the night is broken,
Stars that once ruled the night must make way,
The birds sing a chorus to greet the sun,
As it rises to herald the new day.
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Even though summer nights are short,
And its early when the day does break,
The beauty masks the desperation,
Of my not sleeping as I lie awake.
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The chorus of gulls screech so tuneless,
Is it them that stop my sleeping?
Is it the light through my curtains,
Worn and not in the best keeping?
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Its none of these,
It is my stomach,
I shouldn’t have got that kebab…
The one like an elephants leg,
I didn’t want to,
But it was cheaper and more instant,
But no amount of tomato or lettuce,
Could mask its nastiness.

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