After night manna entwined the morning
We awake to the finest sound of language,
Continental breakfast is the first meal taken,
Bridge the gap between hunger and courage.
People sitting around breakfast bars and tables
Splendid spoonful eaten until almost lunch,
Exchange old kinds of deepening values and fables
Bat cannot changing the way we live in a rush.
Even cereal portions are profoundly healthy,
At the first dawning, the lunchtime that strives,
Arrives before dinner and rush hour bring kindly
Mingled workers homeward from different offices.
Night clears away the dark for breakfast bite,
Stoves and trays lay out amenities to tempt appetite.
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