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Espresso coffee
Mornings glory hits the spot
Kicks a brand new day
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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Espresso coffee
Mornings glory hits the spot
Kicks a brand new day
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
I awoke before the birds today,
Heard the chorus rise,
Felt the silent morning peace,
Before the rush of daily lives.
Thought it strange,
The pace we build,
To prove our place on earth.
Found it weird,
The thought of this,
To prove our daily worth.
As people rise to start their day,
Yawn, stretch, put coffee on,
How sad to feel their loss of way,
By following habit long.
For what else to do when nothing calls,
Except the call unheard?
But follow habits long ingrained,
Like the chorus of the bird.
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Of course, we have the choice,
Could listen to that call,
Follow where the day just leads,
And into life just fall.
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