This Morning Poem by Rebekah Rogers

This Morning

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I woke up this morning
A stick in my eye
And not very often
Do I question you why,

But on this fine morning
I stopped and I asked
You turned to me slowly
And started to laugh,

The smallest of things
When stuck in the way
Can rot out the good things
And take sight away.

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