Chirps of the birds wake me up-
a new day has just begun.
Steaming coffee the sleep slurps-
labours of the day summon.
Radio blares known and unknown.
Once a sweet voice now a noise.
Truth varies from picture shown,
and tells you you have a choice.
I seek mews of a seagull-
mills and trains sound a bugle.
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