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Ahem

Ahem

Mists lay on the flower petal
After the cool night
Breeze was about to take flight
Birds were already singing
Songs to mate and relocate
To enjoy their first morning bite
And the bliss of a kiss
The Sun was biding Earth's time
Rising only when bidden
I just heard the freight train
Fully laden
Two miles down the street
On the line sounding
Alarms
It must be five-o-clock
I hold my balls and stroke my cock
Hormones in agreement
In a timely fashion
Must go to work now
Or back to sleep
So my day starts
Its early creep


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