Great Harvest

Alarm rang and I woke up
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Grueling busy day ahead
I ran to my favorite shop for breakfast
They see my face every day like a ritual
I brought my favorite fruit cake like everyday
(along with the free slice of bread)
The lady handed out a big HONEY WHOLE WHEAT BREAD
Said, “I am sending (you) home with that

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