Poetry For Everyday People
Sunday Morning
All is beautiful,
the tenderness of
a moon clocking out
as the sun come rising,
hot tea dry toast with
blue cheese,
gonna look at all the
sales in the paper, have
a little money and I want
a deal, I wanna bring something
new home, candles definitely on
the list,
don't get out of bed just
yet my beautiful friends,
it's a slow Sunday, the world
won't change today and even if
it did?
not much we're gonna be able
to do about it naked under our
covers.
the tenderness of
a moon clocking out
as the sun come rising,
hot tea dry toast with
blue cheese,
gonna look at all the
sales in the paper, have
a little money and I want
a deal, I wanna bring something
new home, candles definitely on
the list,
don't get out of bed just
yet my beautiful friends,
it's a slow Sunday, the world
won't change today and even if
it did?
not much we're gonna be able
to do about it naked under our
covers.
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Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
