In dawn's embrace, the day begins,
With syruped skies and toast's soft sins,
Each morning's song, a timeless rite,
Of golden eggs and morning light.
At noon, the table stays the same,
With bacon crisp and coffee's claim,
A mid-day feast of eggs and ham,
Where breakfast dreams in daylight's calm.
As evening falls, the night still holds,
With waffles warm and stories told,
The day's last meal, a cherished treat,
Where morning's flavors gently meet.
In endless loop, each meal repeats,
With breakfast joys in all its sweets,
A cycle spun of warmth and cheer,
Where every hour feels like a year.
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Dimensional Doodles
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