It's not late, it's early. Paul Simon told me so.
Hey, Morning! I'd just love to let you know that you're full of opportunity. You've yet to let me screw up Today and drag my feet into another Tomorrow. You, Morning, haven't taken away a thought. You haven't blacklisted a feeling; haven't drowned a word. Until a later Today will you fill me with caffeinated longing, and sit me down where you want me, letting me know what I was trying to forget. What a great kind of morning.
Hey, Morning! I'd just love to let you know that you're full of opportunity. You've yet to let me screw up Today and drag my feet into another Tomorrow. You, Morning, haven't taken away a thought. You haven't blacklisted a feeling; haven't drowned a word. Until a later Today will you fill me with caffeinated longing, and sit me down where you want me, letting me know what I was trying to forget. What a great kind of morning.
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