MORNING
Morning
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©E|A|Jeffrey
Finally:
there came an end to the incessant snoring
I had been listening and silently mourning
Worried because I thought it was for eternity
Never wanted to cause enmity
And when I decided to sleep
Then someone tapped me
'Time to stand to your feet'
Didn't know how to say
' Bros I nova sleep '
Couldn't be angry
I wished i could stop the then snoring that made me worried
All night till the next mourn in
That not withstanding
Good morning every morning
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