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Sunday Morning - 7 Verses in no particular orderIt's four o'clock in the morning And hey I'm a good looker Making money while I can As a high class hooker. It's four o'clock in the morning And I'm keeping out of sight A burglar about his business Skulking through the night. It's four o'clock in the morning I think we're losing control Just a police office On night patrol. It's four o'clock in the morning Now it's quietening down Our ambulance has been busy Driving in and out of town. It's four o'clock in the morning God I need some sleep A night casualty doctor I'm so tired I could weep. It's four o'clock in the morning I've been out to night Giving a parishioner The comfort of Last Rites. It's four o'clock in the morning Most folk are out of sight Still cuddled in their beds This half way through the night. Vote for this poem
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