One of Those Mornings
It’s one of those meddlesome mornings
Can’t seem to make up it’s mind
Doesn’t want to greet the day
Reluctant to leave the dark behind
One minute breezy, The next deathly still
Seems not to know what to do
Be cloudy or clear, be bright or drear
It’s gotta be one of the two!
But the daylight will force it
To make up it’s mind
Will it require an umbrella
Or a hat of some kind?
I’m going to go back to bed
Until the morning makes up it’s mind
And when it does…
Then I’ll make up mine!
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