Sunday Morning Bliss
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Somehow the road is silent
No honking of cars
No ignition in car engines
So quiet is the morning
As if sunk into a consistent reverie
A cat rests on the wall
Plunged deep into a dream
Though the sun-rays play
Upon her marmalade fur
There's no urgency in the air
No clatter of breakfast
No burning of toast
Just a slow waking of eyes
A gradual realization
Of absence of alarm bell
I can sleep a little more
For my dream is not yet over.
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