by Nathan Crompton
(Newcastle, England)
Early awakening rolling in pain,
Shuffle back to sleep with the aches and distain,
Awake again to find the morning,
Waiting to start the day.
Song of the season still in blossom,
going steady epic and full,
Amplifies over their petty gossip,
Til my heartstrings they no longer pull.
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