It appears to be late evening
As the gulls soar above.
An ocean of blue
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Come, Haiti,
Rest beneath the oak.
Sit here upon this Rock
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Hope arises
With the dawn,
To light a candle
In the heart.
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One was given a silver spoon
With which he should eat.
"Ahhhhhh! He said. This would make
My dinner the more sweet."
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Struggling with a verse,
Trying to set a rhyme.
But couldn’t make it work
For the lack of certain chime.
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The old creek, with little more than
A trickle of a flow,
Ran along the base of the bridge—
Slightly winding as it went.
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I wonder what would happen
If the sun were to rise in the west
And set in the east.
Or maybe I should be glad
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Songs lift
And inspire.
Many a song
We admire
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Hum. A blank canvas.
What shall I paint?
The sky? The ocean?
Or something quaint?
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