A gentle tap. A gentle tap. I awaken to a fog of nothingness. I blink. I blink. I awaken to only see the dark the dark of morning, when the air is such that it makes your stomach shiver. My friend taps me taps me I turn to him - him who is my friend of many years years of sorrow and happiness And blink. ³We must be off² I slowly walk to the bicycles covered with dew and the heavy morning . We ride, stopping at homes dropping off their arenas so they can be a spectator -- Tumbling through the morning, getting done what needs to be done. We return- We return to our warm beds, and sleep once again. Once again. Perhaps we will awake sooner, or later -- or sooner -- but we will awaken once more. Thus, the newspaper Is delivered.
Reason for writing:
I was with a friend, helping him deliver his newspapers -
he had a paper route. I kept that morning in mind until
I found a way to express it.
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