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A Grandfather Morning
It is morning but feels like night,
Dark black clouds gather overhead,
Blocking sun from sight...
It is dead man quite,
So cold not even an airplane
Moves over us through clouds in flight...
Where is the paper? There is no light,
Just the chill of winter,
Cold morning like an arctic night...
Grandma says to put your coat on,
You may catch pneumonia or the flu,
Maybe the sun will shine before long...
Come back inside the fire is lit,
The hospital is not really a nice place,
But it is there if you need it...
