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The Light of Dawn
By Chris LaCour

This is why I wake before dawn
And sit alone on a cold dock. 
With legs crossed, cold and numb.

With goose down and a thick hat
keeping the rest of me warm.

I sit and wait in the dark.

The thought of everyone else at home,

Still dreaming in their beds,
Still warm,
Still comfortable,

Is not one I dwell on.

Because I don't envy them.

Or their sleep. 

I know what they're missing.
I know peace and quiet.
And I know tranquillity.

And while they only know the dreams in their heads, I know the light of dawn.

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