Bed

Wake me when the coffees on
Our let it nip at my nostrils
Tickle the thought of a rising sun
Just a drop of dew
Time again to be born anew
Breathe
The day is born
But these covers are so inciting
I simply can not go
Wake me when the breakfasts done
The beds too hard to leave

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.