Getting out of Bed

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The avalanche roar of a garbage truck
The rattling tornado siren of an alarm clock
The painful shrill banshee of a beckoning mother

My aching back pleas
Just a few more measly minutes!

My glued-shut eyes beg
Spare us, please, from the wretched light!

My still-dreaming consciousness deplores
And I rise like Lazarus from the tomb





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