Woke up this morning sun kissin' my face
Got my coffee brewin' it's a slow sweet pace
Pyjamas on and my hair in a mess
Don't care if I'm in tune, don't care about the stress
It's a silly little mornin' everything's all right
Chasing autumn leaves that dance in the light
I swing to the rhythm of this jazz in my soul
With a chuckle and a grin I take on the whole
Silly morning mood
Carefree swinging to the laughter just my cup of tea
Daniel O'Donnell singing softly in my ear
Cliff Richard's charm is all I want to hear
Richness and gentleness in their sweet sweet sound
Bringing joy to my heart spinning around and around
Stations of the cross or word on a wing,
You know a walk along the shore would be
just the thing, a breath of fresh air,
in this silly little morning mood that's everywhere.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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