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Good morning, sir,
Morning-morning,
The morning joggers in the Bermudas
Going,
The youngish-youngish, stylish-stylish
With the golden frame specs
And golden brown hair
Jogging and going,
Young not, but painted and dented,
The men in the fifties.
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Thank you, Aparna for the excellent visual.
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Thank you, Bijay babu for joining the morning chant. Very apt comments, dear sir.
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Morning serenade quiet
Breaking into ripples of bird songs,
Hermits to take a plunge
Into the water bodies
With Hari Om, Hari-Hari,
The world arising and awaking
And the dawn light glistening over.
Now it is time to say, Suprabhatam,
Good morning.
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