An alarm of muse,
Dragging my bleary self up,
Forced to live and rise.An odd occurrence,
A specialty occasion,
For just this one time.Busy means no breaks,
No options to sleep in late-
Wish I could sometimes...These places to be,
Vying for my attentions,
At all times of day.
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YOU ARE READING
Ups and Downs, Lefts and Rights
PoetrySome of my old English, and maybe a touch of new. Meant for those who aren't afraid to walk again amongst their overgrown trails. Always a work in progress.