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One Saturday Morning

My dog was curled upon my thighs

The warmth reminded me of the coffee I made

I wanted to sleep, but I was too wake

To fall into unconsciousness

It was Saturday morning

The sun rose and brightly shone in my eyes

I couldn’t wait for everybody to rise

I was hungry

However, the toaster made a lot of noise

So, I continue to wait

Though, my stomach was growling

I could’ve made another coffee

But it seemed useless to do so

So, I got up from my couch

And wrote this poem

Hoping people around the world

Would enjoy it

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