Mourning Sun

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That Scooby-Doo view is of the syrup anew and upon the waffle of which I am one.
Mourning sky is aglaze with a caramel glaze That nearly obscures the view of the dawning sun.

The sun is appearing with the music I'm hearing, and the music I hear silently blares.
It is freewheeling and my mind is reeling as the mourning sun is peering and dimly glares.

What can I do with the Scooby-Doo staring and the dawning sun glaring and snarling at me?
I turn my head as I lie in bed, where again I fight the approaching mourning mightily.

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