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The Saturday Morning Poem

The original brew at the crack of dawn
As I stare out into the concrete lawn
Two seconds later and after I yawn
I open the book and the world is gone

Troubled romances kill for each other
Devils and monsters in guise of a mother
Heroes await for adventure to smother
A human contemplates the life of another

Triumph is had at the cost of a friend
Life is lost, but that is not the end
As I reach beneath to find the trend
And discover myself from the authors pen

The stillness of the morning time
Installed with beeps and chatter and windy chime
With the ugly and waste and the grime
I still find that the world is mine
Written by drunkenplaywords
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