Friday, October 15, 2010

Tuesday After A Three-Day Weekend

Some mornings I get up roaring,
Feet already running as they hit the floor;
Other ones, I keep on snoring,
Until the monster walks through the door.
It always strikes me as strange,
How energy levels wag and change,
In the wake-up moments after daylight breaks,
Before I have my breakfast flakes.

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