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Morning, The Nice Warrior
EF (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)

Morning, The Nice Warrior

Poem By elysabeth faslund

The morning shrugs loose
From the pre-dawn...
Slants into the room on a
Free, sunlight slide...
Warms the rooms, with
No 'please, may I', or
'Can I come in? '

Morning knows it is a
Timed shine...a too-short
While, of coffee, waking.
But, when morning leaves,
It warns the Noontime
To be just as nice...
Because Morning will be
And, the rest of the day
And Night know that.

Morning has clout....

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Comments (1)

I needed some morning clout, your poem this morning, brought it out! *10 *! ! ! ! Thanks Elysabeth! Thad