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Bad Morning

The morning sun

Filters its way

Through my room’s curtain

I groan, and

Moan and grumble

I hate it so I

 Mumble

Morning air washes me in nausea

 

I hate it when I am awakened

 I hate it when I have to brush

I hate it when I have to wash

I hate it when it’s time for tea

I hate the time, oh it’s flown, you see

I hate to walk to catch the bus,

Though I hate to think of missing the bus

Oh how I hate morning!

😕

😦

 

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Author:

A Capricorn, December born, love writing poems and stories. Music, Art, and Chocolates are important elements of my daily life. While I am crucially deciding on what new to write, I spend my time with my best friends who are competing for the post of Most Craziest, yet the Best and Awesome Best Friend. The aim is to change the world into a better place to live in and the motto is to "be the change."

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