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Morning Has Arrived
I pry my weary eyes apart
Sands of sleep like concrete binding them together
I grab the cheap plastic @#%$& alarm clock and throw it out the window
I roll over
It's the third one this week
I realize I've passed the point of no return and I have to admit defeat
The thought crosses my brain, "I guess it's time to get up"
I pry my creaking bones
Just hoping they will hold together
The sounds snap, crackle, and pop reach my ears,
It has nothing to do with cereal
I make it to the grand shrine, the coffee pot
It's intoxicating aroma swirls around my grey matter
The moment my lips touch the warm porcelain cup, I know I'll be okay
Morning has arrived
Sands of sleep like concrete binding them together
I grab the cheap plastic @#%$& alarm clock and throw it out the window
I roll over
It's the third one this week
I realize I've passed the point of no return and I have to admit defeat
The thought crosses my brain, "I guess it's time to get up"
I pry my creaking bones
Just hoping they will hold together
The sounds snap, crackle, and pop reach my ears,
It has nothing to do with cereal
I make it to the grand shrine, the coffee pot
It's intoxicating aroma swirls around my grey matter
The moment my lips touch the warm porcelain cup, I know I'll be okay
Morning has arrived
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