8 September 2012
Good morning
The alarm clock sounds, As I toss and turn around. Not wanting to get out of bed, Groaning was all that was said. Blankets whipped from you, Growling you try to shoo. Cold fresh air grabbing at your skin, As you find warmth from within. Slam the snooze button just five more minutes, Today I've decided I've already done my quits. It's come a time where you have to get out, Everybody stays away as they know they'll hear your shouts.
Good Morning • Opuss № I