Way to soon the alarm clock rings
time to rise and shine it says,
groggy and yawning I shuffle
to the altar of Juan Valdez.

Mysteries of day break are now at hand
I can't seem to make up my mind,
will it be a breakfast blend morning
or should I brew a more robust grind?

Oh precious dark nectar I ask you
to reveal the course of this day,
is it my turn to drive to the office
and drop the kids off at school on my way?

Gazing into my first morning mug
mystical answers I'm asking of thee,
with a jolt I suddenly remember
It's Saturday, Oh Blessed Be!

Willow Dancer
10 - 04 - 03


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