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What Am I: The Writer's Riddle I have great destructive power, if one stays out too long But I am a necessity, without me, life would go wrong I must rest several hours each day Allowing my brethren to come out and play Gently I caress the petal of each flower Awakening the sleepyheads in the early morning hour Some days I hide as the skies weep Be doughty, I'm still there, but I may not see you 'til next week... |