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Morning Drink
So cold it cracks my teeth
But spiced with orange from the skies
Morning moss warming my knees
Sting of ice opens my eyes
Snow lines the banks with rabbit tracks
As ice draws crystal sculptures on the trees
The frozen feelings I once felt relax
Something inside me warms a few degrees
Loved it from the very first line!!! Cool! (literally) : ) v.
Sir,
you paint the moring like
a hot cup of Cider, warm and
stimulating. Good Work.