Tuesday Morning

A Poem by Laurasun

Voices, 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.

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yes odd but nice too.. a nice hint of how morning begins

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Added on October 13, 2010
Last Updated on October 13, 2010

Bit odd; part ironic, part optimistic. Give me a shot. more..

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