poetry

I say the morning
She’s a meanie
She does me wrong
Every single day

I say the morning
She’s a meanie 
She reminds me of every pain

I say the morning 
She’s a meanie She 
Wakes me
with her bright eye
In my face

(This a song I was singing
While I was butchering fish,
Doesn’t seem like it
But I had some kind of rhythm
To it)

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