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Silver 

A silver light shot through the mid day light 
It was not there when the sun did rise 
But slowly as the day did dawn, appear 
And as the day wanes brighter dolt it shine 
And soon will rival the setting sun and the night. 
A little riddle for all of you to ponder upon.
Please tell me of what I speak. 

Annette Rust copyright 1996 
This is a riddle. If you think you know the answer please send me e-mail 

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