ground i'm standing on
is warming up everyday
weeks ago i'm on jacket
today i like to lay naked
but i'm waiting down draft
for milder day to celebrate
morning is made for living
when you're just waking up
that cool breeze on you face
fresh brewed coffee, doughnuts
sweet music or plain talking
that really makes up everything
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