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I AM NOT AN EARLY BIRD
Going to bed early is literally for the birds
and doing so, to me, is something that is absurd.
Because if you listen closely in the trees,
you will hear them peeping softly, like the sound of bees.
They are not sleeping you know, they are only resting,
from a day of feeding, flying, singing, and nesting.
But in the morning at break of dawn,
they are up singing, flying, darting, and worming, upon my lawn.
But when I try to be an early bird at night,
sleep fails me as I try with all my mite,
to fall asleep but thoughts I always find,
all those worries, I can't make them leave my mind.
Before I know it, another new day is breaking,
and dreary eyed, fumbling, stumbling, shaking,
I'm up at dawn, not quiet ready, but day has come,
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I AM NOT AN EARLY BIRD
I AM NOT AN EARLY BIRD
