Perfect Saturday Morning

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  • Dedicated to Mrs. Josephson
                                    

Happy and sunny with a breeze,

The water is ice,

My world will freeze,

The bird flits through the trees,

It’s time to sing the harmony,

The smell of bacon,

Alight with sound,

Of the sizzling pan,

Without the frown,

The taste of syrup in my mouth,

The chocolate milk stains my sounds,

Of the living are permitted here,

Cause it’s breakfast time without a doubt!

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