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| Hail the Sun! I raise my cup of coffee high, an early toast to things I spy. The atmospheric river spent, torrential rains have come and went. There's no more need to wail and whine I'm getting drunk on sunrise shine The orb appears with great pizzazz a welcome treat, I hum smooth jazz to wake my day with cheeky joy and hope the weather won't be coy. May a warmer, dryer, week be mine, I'm getting drunk on sunrise shine. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |