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Not a Morning Person
I woke early one morning
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill
He sang a song so lovely
So cheerful and so gay
That slowly my troubles
Begun to slip away
He sang of a far off place
Of laughter and of fun
It seemed his very trill
Brought the morning sun
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed
The gently shut the window
And crushed his ******** head
"I'M NOT A MORRNING PERSON!!!"
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 JlouCherrySodaPop · Tue May 17, 2005 @ 09:45pm · 0 Comments |
