When I Wake
By sidewinder
Soft Sunshine creeps through my window & the sleep leaves my face, waking me up, Good morning! How are things today? Promising? Well.. Good! The smell of breakfast enters the room which makes me in a hurry, Can't wait until I taste those hotcakes! Another day begins! April 7, 1985 Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 10:03 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • contemporary
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