Cold winter winds blow chill through the air,
As I awake in the morning and out my window do stare.
French roast brews away as I try to awaken,
Oh how I wish I had remembered to buy bacon.
A loud exhale from the coffee maker roars,
So I pour me a cup to fight off the snores,
But I still haven't settled on an edible treat,
So I look through the cupboard for something to eat.
I spy a package, clear, plastic, and square,
Inside it is cookies, so I grab out a pair,
Hard cookies with cranberries, and a hot cup of joe,
In my bliss, not a care that it started to snow.
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