Being a Morning Person

September 21, 2009
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Stuck in sweet-smelling sheets
With dreams of dew and cream,
Resenting raw, rosy rays,
That sting Crystallized eyes.

Bumbling from a beckoning bed,
Pour on polished floors,
Cobbled curls are combed.
Dreading to drone through the day.

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