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Morning

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Bark

Published: Jun 14, 2013

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A black cat sleeps in a ray of sun
My coffee is lousy
Another cardboard morning
The day isn't a blank canvas
Waiting to be painted
Its already scrawled with
Yesterday's mad crayon drawings

Smoke drifts up and out of the window
I drink the coffee

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PoetsHand

Jun 22, 2013

Oh! Now I want to do a morning piece!

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