6d
Room temp black tea,
Jingling house keys,
Little whispers of morning trees.
Quaint feeling of tranquility,
Walking among the preserved fall leaves,
A small nip of chill in the breeze.
Jingling house keys,
Little whispers of morning trees.
Quaint feeling of tranquility,
Walking among the preserved fall leaves,
A small nip of chill in the breeze.
There's something about a Monday morning.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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