Who I Am This Morning.

This morning, like every morning,
and every night,
and every day,
I am the same as I always was.
Brown hair, hazle eyes,
Kinda tall, kinda clumsy, kinda tired.

Waking up, six-forty-five
Running, rushing, hurring.
Trying to get ready.
Then life is here, the event of my eveyday.

Making me sleepy and waking me up
This morning is like any other.
I am as I always was, Me.





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