Sunday breakfast, alone
Alone with nature
No one would get up
Nourishing to the soul
Not even for doughnuts
Today is not Sunday
The hawks are circling
With berries and nuts
The alarm tweets arise
With a sip of French roast
I look to the skies
Today is Cloud-day
I enjoy it at last
No one would get up
Nourishing to the soul
Not even for doughnuts
Today is not Sunday
The hawks are circling
With berries and nuts
The alarm tweets arise
With a sip of French roast
I look to the skies
Today is Cloud-day
I enjoy it at last
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