Poem: Wake Up
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Wake Up
No rooster to wake us.
We're not on a farm.
But we have our very own
feathered alarm.
It drums before breakfast
on shingle and pole.
I think there's some rooster
in woodpecker's soul.
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glassvisage says:
2 years ago
Simple but wonderful :)