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Poetry 365 – Day 251 (As The Day Was Dawning)

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As the day was dawning
And tired old me still yawning
I picked my breakfast figs

Plucked, squeezed but yet to be sliced
They are very juicy and taste quite nice
But before I could get them on the plate

They rolled, bounced and hit the floor
Now I think I may need some more
You see the dog got my figs as they rolled out the door!



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