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*Arousing early before the sun With the call of a cock-a-doodle-do From the lap of relishing morning sleep Comes the milk man ringing His bicycle bell Like a frisbee comes flying Newspaper by the paper boy Rap of musical vessels performed By the servant in the kitchen Non-stop speech by my Mother, the magistrate My name being called thrice For my presence in the court Interrupting my mother's speech Mischievous younger one Eluding from brushing his teeth Busy in his world of getting ready My father to scoot like a silent cat Enjoying the morning mess My grandmother, laughing toothless Resting in her easy chair !*
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
Morning Mess
*Arousing early before the sun With the call of a cock-a-doodle-do From the lap of relishing morning sleep Comes the milk man ringing His bicycle bell Like a frisbee comes flying Newspaper by the paper boy Rap of musical vessels performed By the servant in the kitchen Non-stop speech by my Mother, the magistrate My name being called thrice For my presence in the court Interrupting my mother's speech Mischievous younger one Eluding from brushing his teeth Busy in his world of getting ready My father to scoot like a silent cat Enjoying the morning mess My grandmother, laughing toothless Resting in her easy chair !*
prathipa-nair
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
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