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February Morning

February Mornings The house smells of cooked bacon wafting through the hallways flooding the taste buds with anticipation, toast browning in the warm red glow, coffee brewing in the pot, pancakes flooded by rich syrup pools swimming around the edges, breakfast waits on the kitchen table greeting the cold at morning light listening to traffic scans on local tv, then off into the day of work again until the weekend rest from constant repeat.

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Date: 2/11/2024 12:02:00 PM
It sounds like a really blessed kind of morning, weekend are the best aren't they dear poet. Loved dipping into your poetry today, keep well, may every weekend feel like this for you !
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Date: 2/11/2024 7:10:00 AM
Ah yes, I remember those days! Retired now... looking for things to keep me active! :(
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