Happy Birthday to ME!!!

. . . and several of my friends. In honor of my birthday, here's a poem my sister once sent me.

A Morning Poem

I woke early one morning,

the earth lay cool and still

when suddenly a tiny bird

perched on my window sill

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He sang a song so lovely

so carefree and so gay

that slowly all my troubles

began to slip away

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He sang of far off places

of laughter and of fun

it seemed his very trilling

brought up the morning sun

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I stirred beneath the covers

crept slowly out of bed

then gently shut the window

and crushed his little head

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I am just not a morning person.