The day begins anew, challenges to face,
The mouse inside its shrew, the human race.
To fight, to struggle with,
The birth of life a gift.
The sun it dauntly shines,
The sky it weaves design.
Beckon forth the will,
Stand aloft and proud.
From morn till noon until,
The earth it goes around.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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