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    Thursday Morning Sunrise

I watch the sunrise through the car windshield, Round and plump Like a golden tangerine. Its citrus juice seeps into the sky- Into my mouth where I swish it around Then drift from my car- Drift from my morning coffee, from my briefcase packed with papers, and dive right in to that tangy ocean <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;">splashing and kicking <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;">soaking, sticky wet.