Poetry

Awake (#388)

Oh, for goodness sake!
Why on earth am I awake?
It’s not even eight,
Ugh- I went to bed too late,
Now I feel like total crap,
Reserves I’ll have to tap,
I want to go back to bed,
But I must forge ahead,
Why on earth am I awake?
Oh, for goodness sake!

Any Thoughts?

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