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Pink-aproned dawn has flexed her fingers,
gently kneads the supple sky;
the drowsy earth begins to waken,
gives a warmly-crusted sigh.
The pine trees peel their fresh aroma,
thinly slice each pungent hue;
the roses sprinkle sugared fragrance
over grasses splashed by dew.
The cinnamon chirps of chickadees
are sifting through the rising air,
and day is bustling in the kitchen
with a menu to prepare!
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