Alarm clock springs to life,
The first rays of morning
glisten in glee
through the trees,
mom chops with the knife in the kitchen,
my waffle jumps out of the toaster,
breakfast awaits.
This poem isnt about summer it just about breakfast! It should be called breakfast has arrived! Dont get me wrong its good but its really about summer!!!
This poem isnt about summer it just about breakfast! It should be called breakfast has arrived! Dont get me wrong its good but its really about summer!!!
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