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Book 36 Book 36

Its morning


The doves are cooing,

The birds are chatting,

Their saying; “its morning, its morning”

as if they are seeing it for the first time.


And I’m listening to what they say,


I too am greeting the new day.

And I too am saying, “yes indeed;


                                                      it is morning.”






© Written by Dominic John Gill February 25, 2006