now it's the month and the angle
when first thing each morning
brightly shining through the blinds
the sun decorates my wall with brilliant stripes.
it 's a bright display
gets my attention.
too bad the sun
doesn't make coffee.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
now it's the month and the angle
when first thing each morning
brightly shining through the blinds
the sun decorates my wall with brilliant stripes.
it 's a bright display
gets my attention.
too bad the sun
doesn't make coffee.
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