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Mornings' Wake Up Call

Morning has once again crept into my room its' purpose, as always to rouse me from my slumbering daze. I close my eyes to its invasion and dive deep beneath the covers to snuggle, perhaps just moments longer within their soothing warmth. With mornings' unwelcome arrival sunshine too, per Mother Natures decree makes known its presence. Against the ever constant, always loud tick, tick, ticking of the clock my room becomes brighter. I must, once again it seems unwillingly surrender myself and rise, albeit begrudgingly to face yet another day and answer once again another mornings' wake up call.

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Date: 6/12/2009 9:15:00 AM
To see the mornings is an honor, that others have lost, lovely poem Melody>James
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