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The smell of coffee The laughter of the early shoppers Classic love songs An open window Sunrise The sound of the birds mingles perfectly with the rough sound of the motorcycles and the waves The morning sky The excited tapping of flip flops The local paper boy A crumpled bed Fresh bread "Hey Marianna! Come down and have some coffee! I got a new story!" There goes my neighbor Old Jorge Messy morning hair The noise of the wooden stairs Wrinkled night shirt Sunny side up Wild Rice Listening to old Jorge's classic story for the 67th times while breathing in the morning sea breeze The yellow butterfly The ringing of the church bell A smiling passerby An old bicycle A kiss "Morning Marianna!" There goes Karla in her denim shorts and long legs and sweet smile and pretty nails The playing kids The old lady with a sprinkler The swaying green leaves Lazy golden retriever Pretty girls Ah! If I could grab the whole world in the palm of my hands and keep it in my pocket..
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Sunday Mornings
The smell of coffee The laughter of the early shoppers Classic love songs An open window Sunrise The sound of the birds mingles perfectly with the rough sound of the motorcycles and the waves The morning sky The excited tapping of flip flops The local paper boy A crumpled bed Fresh bread "Hey Marianna! Come down and have some coffee! I got a new story!" There goes my neighbor Old Jorge Messy morning hair The noise of the wooden stairs Wrinkled night shirt Sunny side up Wild Rice Listening to old Jorge's classic story for the 67th times while breathing in the morning sea breeze The yellow butterfly The ringing of the church bell A smiling passerby An old bicycle A kiss "Morning Marianna!" There goes Karla in her denim shorts and long legs and sweet smile and pretty nails The playing kids The old lady with a sprinkler The swaying green leaves Lazy golden retriever Pretty girls Ah! If I could grab the whole world in the palm of my hands and keep it in my pocket..
Author's Note: The simplest of things... the uncorrupted.
maryanne-m
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maryanne-m
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
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