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Fruit and Wheat

this morning as i slowly rouse i blink my vision to dappled wall awareness of a hunger to douse i slowly rise my frame to call attention to today's mundane task while equally sunning the wonder the Sol outside myself to bask probable late day storms 'n' thunder the monkey chatters for coffee cup the cup fragrant and life so sweet standing still an appetite kicks up for lasting meal of fruit and wheat a bunch of grapes be red or white a slice or two of hearty bread would make for a repast to delight and ease stomach into day ahead if this is the first bite of the day or of my life, the last meal i can't imagine a more satisfying way to embark in today's events to reveal © Goode Guy 2011-06-19 true story

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