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Breakfast bells ring 
In my stomach and 
I go downstairs in the
Room where deliciousness
Resides with care and love—
Kitchen,
I stumble slowly 
Sinking the moment all in
I take every step 
Tap 
      Tap
             Tap
                  I'm downstairs
My fingers wrapping
Affectionately around 
My coffee mug
Which is also my mate,
Coffee, I pour from the french press,
And it goes like a spiral
Down in the mug as a whirlwind. 
And then it goes gently down my throat 
When I kiss my mellow mug mindfully. 

Then my toast jumps out of the toaster
Like an acrobat,
Acutely lays on the placid plate
Waiting for me to reward it
With strawberries, cherries,
Or balmy butter or merry mulberries,
Or sometimes just like Winnie
I eat it with humble honey. 

Afterwards, the backyard awaits me,
I amble amply,
Scatter some bread for my buddies—
Birds and squirrels,
While the wind greets me,
And they all gather round
When I read my poems,
Keeping them spellbound.

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