Poetry

Barely Awake (#1872)

Away from the warm bed I stumble,
My thoughts incoherent and foggy,
I stub my toe on the door and grumble,
Away from the warm bed I stumble,
To myself I quietly sigh and mumble,
I bump into walls because I’m groggy,
Away from the warm bed I stumble,
My thoughts incoherent and foggy,

Any Thoughts?

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