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WHAT TO DO INSTEAD OF MAKING COFFEE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING

Write a poem…

1.
I'm not without passion,
I keep it controlled.
To temper the action,
that's my role.
Not to say I am passive,

don't care to relate.
If I need to elevate, 
the key I keep 
is to where flame 
burns deep.

2.
Summer is ending.
Where did it go,
maybe the cicadas know,
singing their lives out
with a corporate shout.

Where did it go,
to make room for snow?
We have none here.
Less reason to fear
the end is near.












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