Rattling days lead to
Roaring ways as I wake
Upon the notice of gas powered birds
The sounds I hear at 6:12
Provide the white noise backdrop
Through a day of runny nose and stubbed toes
Paper cuts and blind spot dwellers
All to the syncopated beat of propellers
A white noise that makes those things
All the easier to forget about tomorrow
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