Every morning in Africa, a Gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a Lion wakes up. It knows Every morning is a beautiful morning. – Terri Guillemets
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During the first 13 centuries after the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem
I never wake up in the morning and wonder why I am here
Let me wake up next to you
I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper
Lena’s hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions
it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death
Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs
I will never be a morning person, for the moon and I, are too much in love
The morning always has a way of creeping up on me and peeking in my bedroom windows
Morning is when the wick is lit- to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love—then make that day count
- The happiest part of a man’s life