Ursula De La Mer
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Cockle Shell Morning
Caffeine in your bed.
Th light seeps through the covers.
Hair, (not you own) on your pillow.
The sun-cracking-eggs on a windowsill mornings,
when cereal jingles tinkle you mind.
And the sleep is till in the cradle of you eye.
It's a whole tingling morning, from your eyelids to your toes.
And all your little sisters still have wood pegs on their clothes.