Early Dreary Morning
graying unto the skyline
past confusion blues and misty mountaintops
way up high, where the fowls play for hours on end
I breath out and watch the smoke swirl and dance roun' each letter
The frosty dew has yet to disappear for the day
Stray cats lingering through the trashbins, catchin' last nights meal
All the while I'm stuck in a dreary morning
reaching out for sun, but it has yet to succumb to my needs
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