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One Morning in Michigan

As I look out into the morning light,

I watch as the moon drifts out of sight.

Light fog drifts through the air,

Ducks and geese take flight with flair.

Frost covers the milky grass,

Setting to sleep all the winged ones at last.

Through the trees, a last look I take,

Waves like an arrow float across the lake.

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