Early morning one day
I am sitting outside
Birds were singing away
The sun's reach was wide
Cars were on their way
From point A to point B
They began another day
Stopping for a bite to eat
But without further delay
It was getting quite cold
Winds still wanted to play
I decided that I would fold
It was warmer must say
Inside where I wanted to go
To warm up my face
And make a cup of Joe
The sun wanted to stay, later
I thought to return outside
After lunch may have been okay
But until then I returned inside
Edited poem
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