The Morning Dance
by J Lynn
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Those powdered flavor packets in your morning water |
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Swirling
Twirling
Explosions of color
Aroma wafts through the air
A smile crosses my lips
My morning’s begun
Powdered crystals
Poured in water
Shaken not stirred
The working class
Doing the morning dance
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| Reviewed by Asa Seeley |
5/17/2012 |
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sounds like a 'boot' from the precipatator of many morning dances; caffeine. thanks for sharing.
asa |
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| Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci |
5/16/2012 |
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I remember doing that morning dance!! Good one!
Jane Noponen Perinacci |
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| Reviewed by Z McClure |
5/16/2012 |
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I smiled when I read this one, J. Made me reflect back
upon my own morning dance. : )
-Zach |
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