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Before The Drill
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| The quiet of the morning Wraps around me Like a shawl. I sit, Predawn, Enveloped by its peace. My soul Soaks up the silence, Like a sponge, Until I'm full. My muscles, mind, and memory Are at ease. I love it here Before my world awakes, When all I do is sit, And notice time. Before the heartbeat Of the broken day Drums out the march And I Must fall in line. |
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Written By: Betty Davis
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E-mail: davisdesler@prodigy.net
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Submitted: March 14, 2000
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