Remy Loves to Let Me Know It's Morning

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Remy loves to let me know it's morning.
Each dawn she cuffs my cheek till I'm awake.
Mid-dream I tumble upwards for her sake,
Yet find her not long after curled up yawning.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.

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