Tuesday MorningA Poem by LaurasunVoices, voices, saying nothing, travel in the morning air
With the scent of coffee and fresh print of a mechanical routine.
Dazed undead, move as a crowd and wander into place.
Ah, Tuesday morning. © 2010 Laurasun |
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1 Review Added on October 13, 2010 Last Updated on October 13, 2010 AuthorLaurasunToronto, Scarborough, CanadaAboutBit odd; part ironic, part optimistic. Give me a shot. more..Writing
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