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Dec 2015
Missed the clock by an hour late waking
I woke drenched, needing quenched
A wrench for my brain that's unsteady
And in the undertaking.
These ol' bag o bones are tired
Need more sleep,
Eyelids sagging
I need restful peace.
Hard flesh,
Unwaking eyes
No work today, I'll take advantage of living
Ill catch northern California's
High rise.
Bill murray
Written by
Bill murray  California
(California)   
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