Mornings
Mornings can be the bane of your existence
Mornings can be a pain in the butt
Mornings set you up for the day
Mornings aren't always fun, "hurray"
Mornings can make you strife
Mornings will be with you for life
Deal with the mornings you get
For you eventually will get no more
This poem is about:
Our world
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