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I buy my coffee and read a while
Get a refill
And then write a bit
But then there are mornings
In which I cast custom
To the winds
Let fate know
I give not
A whit
So instead I buy my coffee and write
Get a refill
And then read for a bit
A daring change of habit
But one’s soul must at times
Be allowed to fly free
Am I a creature of habit
Oh no,
No…not me
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Good for you! A change is pace is good once in a while. Enjoyed reading this tongue-in-cheek poem. Thanks.