Lee-Ann Azzopardi

August 20, 1970- Detroit
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Morning Song

The clouds are falling each hour
There's no sun though it's warm today
Just a grey day to sit and write you a love song
In the morning, I woke up and drew
For there were no words floating inside my head
Until after lunch when it was quiet
As everyone is gone except for me
Sitting at the computer, I could write
However, there's nothing to write about
Except the solitude I might have experienced
This cloudy afternoon
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