in the morning
i do a dance
shake a little
put on my pants
drink some coffee
go off
on one of my
rants
one of the many
about the cans/the can'ts
the haves/have nots
the poor/the snots
those who have little
those who have
lots
i roll up my sleeves
and take in a breath
of the morning wind
fresh on my early skin
all i have
is all there is
and what there is
is beautiful
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