Morning
2015-05-20
Morning
This small fragment of my daily routine,
bathed in, drowned in coffee and cream.
When the animal inside my head awakes
my world rocks and rolls, quivers, quakes.
I love the morning, a rocket to the sun.
Launchpad, countdown, three, two, one,
zero, liftoff and another day’s begun.
I just wanna have…
…and I’m gonna have fun.
‘Nuff said!
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