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Saturday, June 28, 2014
Saturday Poetry
Dawn
An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
Paul Lawrence Dunbar, 1895
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