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I sometimes wonder What morning think. I sometimes wonder when, where, and why My eye lashes blink. I wanted to relax, Take time and think. Meditate before I start my day. Before the sun came up and show the World beautiful displays. I wanted to write my poetry, And recite my words, Put curves of my life on paper So my voice can no longer Be heard. I wanted to pick flowers, Pray, And grant wishes, Maybe. Just maybe, I wanted to eat my breakfast, And not clean the dishes. Call it a lazy morning, Before the sun comes up. Its 4’oclock, And the coffee makers is empty, Right along with my cup. It’s 5’oclock, And yet the sun hasn’t risen. I think I’ll play soft reggae. Close my eyes, And just listen. It’s 6’oclock, Maybe 6:30. The sun is now up, And the mocking birds Are in a hurry. Reggae, And my curved lines are still Telling a story. It seems like The coffee is on, And my cup is ready. My mind has stimulated. My words are now written. 7’oclock is almost near, And my coffee has started Beginning.        Marci H.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
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I sometimes wonder What morning think. I sometimes wonder when, where, and why My eye lashes blink. I wanted to relax, Take time and think. Meditate before I start my day. Before the sun came up and show the World beautiful displays. I wanted to write my poetry, And recite my words, Put curves of my life on paper So my voice can no longer Be heard. I wanted to pick flowers, Pray, And grant wishes, Maybe. Just maybe, I wanted to eat my breakfast, And not clean the dishes. Call it a lazy morning, Before the sun comes up. Its 4’oclock, And the coffee makers is empty, Right along with my cup. It’s 5’oclock, And yet the sun hasn’t risen. I think I’ll play soft reggae. Close my eyes, And just listen. It’s 6’oclock, Maybe 6:30. The sun is now up, And the mocking birds Are in a hurry. Reggae, And my curved lines are still Telling a story. It seems like The coffee is on, And my cup is ready. My mind has stimulated. My words are now written. 7’oclock is almost near, And my coffee has started Beginning.        Marci H.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
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