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By Mike
Mornings make me mad.
Mornings mean I've got to get going early.
My alarm clock clicks, get up, get up.
I'm too tired to get going.
Out of bed and to breakfast.
I can hardly move a hair.
I head up the hill,
And board the bus.
I'm back again, another day.
Six hours later, it's back to the bus and home once again.
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