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Sep 2018
Sometimes I hate
It when I woke up late

The first thing I know
Looking out the window

All I can say is wow
It's show time now

Pigeons impatiently
So crooing booing me

High on rooftops wait
I hate waking up late
Every morning pigeons would be crooing on the rooftops for me to come to feed them. If I'm late their crooing sounded like booing.
Written by
Mohamed Nasir  60/M/New Malaysia
(60/M/New Malaysia)   
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