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Satan Hates The Morning Light by Linda T Reich Try as he may to ruin our day To discourage and cause us strife When we go to bed we don't have to dread For we will arise in the morning light. A brand-new day is headed our way One filled with hope and delight Victory sweet, failure's defeat With the passing of the darkest night. So hold on tight until morning's light It's a chance for a new beginning What happened today will fade away And once again life will be worth living. |
 This poem was a finalist in the June 2009 poetry contest |
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