Morning has Broken
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Ambient dreams enclosed in cosy fluffiness under your bedclothed nook of rest. Live out your other world of life until at half past six, undressed, and pierced precisely, your alarm clock shouts a smash. Obliterate, The world awakes: a lorry reversed into your reverie. Show down, arise, and blast warm water in those sleepy eyes. Be suited now, with gel and aftershave and in the bathroom mirror change: an image of the catalogue man. Bowl of cornflakes down; a less-than-serious measure of the ironing board. Come on, Be gone, in your Mondeo 1.8 and waveband tuned to air the views of Radio One. |
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