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Oh! Good morning. The rain was pouring. The fan was blowing. I was snoring all covered up and toasty warm. The room was silent and I, well I was dead to the world, dreaming dreams, dreams so wonderful, dreams so wicked, and dreams so real. The morning urge, raged through my body and settled in my brain spilling my sweet wonderful dreams aside, and I arose.
The world outside was dark the clouds heavy, laden with rain. Inside I stagger around making coffee, now sitting, the full coffee cup under my nose, and me inhaling the rich robust aroma of the coffee, its enticing me to write this morning saga of life itself and the first sip the hot brew upon my lips. Making my fingers fly across the keyboard to write the first nonsense of the day. Good morning world.