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Good F***ing morning!
The golden sun shines down on me in the morning, showing me what k have been missing all this time.
The morning birds sing their song at the tip if their voice, feeding the world compliments.
I awaken ... WITH A HEADACHE FROM THE HEAT AND CONSTANT TWEETS.
I open the window and drag that bird in with a simple twist, crack the tweeting stops.
I'll close the window and the curtains and return to the shadows of eternal sleep in peace.
The morning birds sing their song at the tip if their voice, feeding the world compliments.
I awaken ... WITH A HEADACHE FROM THE HEAT AND CONSTANT TWEETS.
I open the window and drag that bird in with a simple twist, crack the tweeting stops.
I'll close the window and the curtains and return to the shadows of eternal sleep in peace.
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