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I am the cowbell in your morning
that clangs inside kitchen walls.
And I am the cowbell of your night
that dongs the sleepless hours all.
And I’m the cowbell rung at dawn
to let you know I’m coming in
as if you didn’t know already
by the chill that rides your skin.
And I’m the cowbell clamoring
when no one else seems quite aware
of the tolling in your blood
but you hear, oh, you hear.

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