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Saturday Living

January 25, 2017
By Anonymous

I woke up to the sound of the teapot screaming,
My mom making breakfast downstairs.

I step outside and felt the cold air slap me across my face,
The leaves dancing under the old oak tree.

I walk into the living room with my brother's eyes glued to the TV,
I sat down and watched the show with him.

Breakfast was ready in the next few minutes,
The smell of the food sang right into my ears.

I love Saturday's.


The author's comments:

Every Saturday morning my mom makes pancakes.


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