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Daybreak, another new day.
The birds are singing.
Another day yet again in the autumn cold, winter's chilling little pitter-patter in my ear drums, it's bony hands gnawing my flesh.
Another dawn, another golden sun, another bright day.

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POSTED BY little girl blue ON Wednesday, May 4, 2011 @ 7:06 AM
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