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Jul 2014
I lie here awake
That's good. It's morning.
But my eyes still burn for sleep
Too bad. Get up.
My thoughts don't flash in the usual way, but ooze: Jello down a slight decline
Don't care. Get up.
My arms are weighed down by exhaustion
There's work. Get up.
But...
Get.
Up.




Fine.
Pretty much every morning for me
Loren W Ebeling Esq
Written by
Loren W Ebeling Esq  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   Megan Lewis
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