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Morning light fills the air Birdsong-- falling like raindrops Each note coin bright Shining as the merchant's eyes With their wares on display Exotic and mundane Where will the purse be emptied today? Here on the humble days at the end of the week The purse becomes as light As the morning's rays. Gubi | |