My Favorite Thing

I love misty mornings in woods of pine,

And the comfort of a delightful book,

With coffee and blanket; it feels divine.

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These peaceful and silent hours are mine;

Upon a feast of inked words, I do look.

I love misty mornings in woods of pine.

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To the loft I go, I myself consign,

Novel in hand curling up in a nook,

With coffee and blanket; it feels divine.

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My cover is wool, woven soft and fine,

By window I sit, near the tinkling brook.

I love misty mornings in woods of pine.

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Romance, fantasies, some travel in time,

Stories of love and a dark-feathered rook,

With coffee and blanket; it feels divine.

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These mornings are special, calming like wine,

Reading of youth, and a bean-selling crook.

I love misty mornings in woods of pine,

With coffee and blanket; it feels divine.