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The Yawn
There is nothing quite like the yawn In the late eve or early morn My greedy lungs fully inflate Mouth opens like a garage gate Arms stretch, other muscles contract Legs rise, to get in on the act Un-stifled, a mighty roar rises In total bliss every thought freezes But too soon, the moment is gone... There is nothing quite like the yawn
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