The mornings bitter to lips
Unaccustomed to the taste of its yoke
In the bright suns golden waves
Protruding from self-centered curtains
so calm and so inconsiderate
Much like the morning cheer
With just a closer look, Kevin, I'll bet you could find some awesome things to share about the mornings. There really is some cheer to be celebrated. Sending my best..
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Mornings, I believe is the best time for cheer with everything fresh and dewy! Its calmness is rejuvenating. Try to look at each morning this way, Kevin!