A poem with least punctuations allowing each of you to get a different idea of it
Woke up to a sun-set morning
Readied up for a cup of tea
Washed up, and each drop
Seemed to look back and frown at me
Outside tea is great
One sip and I'm in lukewarm heaven
While slurping it with hurried pleasure
The morning paper sits on my lap and reads
Each morning it is thus
And a beautiful routine indeed
For once in a while
When to office on my way
I trip and spill my cappucino
Then the next morning's practice
Will be a lot better just like tomorrow
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