Poetry in the morning, may be just words to most.
Most will never fathom that you just don't spread any ol' words on toast.
Breakfast poetry begins as our poet eyes open and our hearts greet the day.
A poet lives in a world of words and fantasy until our weary heads once again do lay.
And as we lay sleeping we dream....
we dream that life is never, quite what it seems.

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