The morning broke Harsh as bitter coffee Light falling too brightly Across the sticky counters The morning broke Like used up eggs Hard shells reduced To fragile shards The roaches retreated Waving their antennas To signal their defeat The people rushed to their cars Carting backpacks And overdue papers The mice stayed behind Feasting on coffee grounds And leftover smears of jelly
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