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| Morning Ramble by � vision_wolfe It's Early When He Visits Me It is quiet in the house- No cat, no mouse To disturb the sounds Of coffee brewing, (And my cough, brewing) Of 'puter humming And fan running. September First? It's not the worst thing That might happen On a summer morning. The sun is golden Looking like molten light As it falls, hazy On my lazy, needs-to-be-weeded garden. I give thanks for the quiet morning That came, without warning, as a messenger (Though things are a mess in here, This jumbled head) To fall on my bed, and remind me quiet Not to deny it, this day Its due homage As its child. -Sept. 1, 2001 Vision Wolf, in service to the God of Java |
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