Too Early - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Yum, coffee smells so good
Just got up; still in my nightie
And oh m'dear
I am a fright to behold.
Perhaps I'll take my cup o'gold,
Try to remain discreet
And quietly retreat
To the shadows,
Tll I can focus my brain
And go dress properly
Early morning company.
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