Poems and Stuff
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Morning
A strange thing it is to be missing Morning from your life;
I've forgotten what a Morning looks like.
It's not that I refuse to visit
I just can never find the time.
Though, I'm sure Morning is doing just fine.
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