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Poetry and thoughts that have plagued my mind. Not all of it was saved, but some of it was, so here it is lovelies.

Good Morning America

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by MartianReeds

by MartianReeds

I wake and get ready,

I pray and then eat,

I hope and then sleep,

I dream,

I work,

I drive,

I survive,

but in America,

The America I dream of,

I wake and walk to the window,

I greet the sun before walking onto my balcony,

where I smile and shout,

"'Good Morning America, How are ya?'" (Inspiration from City Of New Orleans)

and the bird sing their song,

I love my job,

I love my home,

then I get snapped back into reality,

a grey apartment complex,

'Good Morning America,' Where are you?