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I Awoke(by Joe DiMino) I awoke, to scented dawn I awoke, to honey dew And all the birds were singing And all the bees were buzzing Butterflies mining sweet nectar Scooping wingfuls of golden pollen Like the other busy diggers Laying claim to a seasons wealth I awoke, said no word to spoil So industrious the mood I awoke, made no sudden move To intrude I sensed quite rude, Proceeding through the garden As if a spiritmindful and awed Feeling in And out of me My dead lively raised I awoke!and all of me Praised! Leave a comment