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Just For You
I will wake early
to watch the sun rise,
and stretch his fingers across
the woodlands and pry
back his blanket of fog.
I will go and fill
the feeders, replace the suet,
and return to my window and stand before
the choirs, sometimes duets
of robin, and cardinal, and sparrow.
I will do this not of
your asking, as you haven't,
but for the inspiration you give me,
(the reason I am writing this, now)
for being yourself.
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