the morning's broken by a single chime
of postman at the door or message come
to tell us to beware of horrid crime
you'd think the passage of this clearer time
would lead to meanings with a higher sum
the morning's broken by a single chime
before we set our feet to the next climb
allowing those with faces ever glum
to tell us to beware of horrid crime
beneath the shade where matters in their prime
are not disturbed by sound of wind or drum
the morning's broken by a single chime
ignored by snails leaving their trails of slime
and much too ignorant for those who succumb
to tell us to beware of horrid crime
bewailing our appearance in loud rhyme
until their tongues and faces have turned numb
the morning's broken by a single chime
to tell us to beware of horrid crime
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