Mornings

Mornings can be the bane of your existence

Mornings can be a pain in the butt

Mornings set you up for the day

Mornings aren't always fun, "hurray"

Mornings can make you strife

Mornings will be with you for life

Deal with the mornings you get

For you eventually will get no more

This poem is about: 
Our world
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