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Beep, beep..... Jolt me from my sweet dream Check the time, 6:55a.m. Late again Coffee and granola it is then One contact in, who needs the other Do I really need a shower before work? No probably not, Wait, did I shower yesterday? No time Hit the road Green light turns straight to red, Now coffee stains these old blue jeans Whew, finally made it Wash one dog, two dogs, ten dogs Drool for gel, two bite marks, Hair in my mouth that's not even my own 1 pm finally arrives! Oh yeah, school Three homework assignments, one exam, two papers, Don't forget to follow up your discussion boards Here comes job number two Bus that table, Take out that order, Table 152 needs silverware Get yelled at by the lady with the chicken salad Back, forth, back, forth How many steps can my legs make in one day Check the time 11:47p.m. Count up tips, Walk the creepy parking lot alone, Home.. Look at this bed My bones are aching, tired and sore Yet this bed isn't even tempting To my exhausted body, to my exhausted heart But I'll crawl in anyways Beep, beep.....
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
A novel of unfinished thoughts
Beep, beep..... Jolt me from my sweet dream Check the time, 6:55a.m. Late again Coffee and granola it is then One contact in, who needs the other Do I really need a shower before work? No probably not, Wait, did I shower yesterday? No time Hit the road Green light turns straight to red, Now coffee stains these old blue jeans Whew, finally made it Wash one dog, two dogs, ten dogs Drool for gel, two bite marks, Hair in my mouth that's not even my own 1 pm finally arrives! Oh yeah, school Three homework assignments, one exam, two papers, Don't forget to follow up your discussion boards Here comes job number two Bus that table, Take out that order, Table 152 needs silverware Get yelled at by the lady with the chicken salad Back, forth, back, forth How many steps can my legs make in one day Check the time 11:47p.m. Count up tips, Walk the creepy parking lot alone, Home.. Look at this bed My bones are aching, tired and sore Yet this bed isn't even tempting To my exhausted body, to my exhausted heart But I'll crawl in anyways Beep, beep.....
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
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