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Home / Cafe Culture / MorningThe day dawns And yet I lie Awake, yet not, Cracked one eye. Mumbles, about coffee, Next to me I hear. Mumbles about breakfast. I reply, "Yes, dear." Shuffling feet, Morning ablutions. Into the kitchen, Coffee, the solution. Now awake, Completely aware. Outside the door, Cool fresh air. Officially begun, The day does go. Thanks, in part, To a cup of joe. Copyright 2004 Jennifer Moore Tags: poem |
