Mornings Poem by John McCornack
Mornings
The usual path of least resistance is sleeping
During that time line between night and day
It is always easy to think it is too cold or wet
For my bed is always beckoning me to stay
But if sleeping Gods were always in control
There would never be a photo of a sunrise
Then my days would be filled with free time
Since I wouldn't have web pages to organize
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