The joy of knowing

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A 4am poem... gotta love em'.

The joy of knowing

Have you ever seen the sky just before day break when the
sky is crisp, and the moon pale with envy shines above...
Wishing that it could be the sun for just a moment in time.
When the birds begin to sing their song bidding the sun to rise.
Oh the Majesty!
Then the day breaks new, ready, clear, crisp, and untouched.
In that split second in time you know how blessed you are, and how great life really is!

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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