When the night turns light
and the day becomes bright
and the buttonholes in my PJ's
are filled with ideas
my coffee makes its self
toast jollying a jig
and the jam waiting patiently
upon the knife's edge
the butter takes a slip
as the autumn sun, shines in...
ah, what a glorious way
to start my day.
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