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It's Sunday morning, and the world is still asleep,
But I'm up and about, with breakfast to keep.
I make my way to the kitchen, with a spring in my step,
The aroma of coffee and bacon, already fills the air.
I start to cook up a storm, with eggs and toast and jam,
The sizzle of the pan, adds music to the calm.
The morning sun shines bright, through the window pane,
As I pour myself a cup of coffee, to start my day again.
I take a seat at the table, with a smile on my face,
And relish in the flavors, of this morning's grace.
The world may still be sleeping, but I'm alive and awake,
With breakfast in my belly, and memories to make.
