Before You've Brushed Your Teeth - Poem by Mark Heathcote
I love the morning sun...
That shade before the sun, comes up!
When, you suck your gums, before you've brushed.
I love it, when your mood, is still slightly, moody...
When; the sun is still in a cloud.
When the thunder comes raining down
Because that's when; I wait for the rainbows climb.
Your; love to strike me down.
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