Morning people can’t be poets
The lights not right at six AM
Power walks and cinnamon bagels
Scares the music from the pen
Statisticians like the mornings
Accountants take a morning jog
Builders often start at sunrise
Poetry’s a night-time job
Afternoons are soothing sonnets
Haikus saved for rainy days
Ballads welcome after dinner
Morning poems misbehave
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