Poem by Nancy Uznanski Why the morning rush dear
come drink your morning brew Your coffee does smell sweet dear; I have too much to do Take a break my sweetheart, breathe in the morning air As soon as I have finished sweet; I'm almost, almost there Time passes so so quickly sweet, sit by my side a bit You know, you're right at that my love surprising how time flits You'll stop and take a break now? I will at that, my pet My work will wait another hour, as side by side we sit
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