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…So Now It's Time…So now its time I stopped writing! And rest my weary head! Cos you know, I'm up early! And I have to drag myself outs bed! You see, me bones are knackered, And they don't work too well! So it takes me ages of a morning; Cos getting ready is a life of hell! I am like a 90 year old woman! And I have to be up at 6.30am Cos it takes me forever, it really does! To be ready for the work to begin!     Now I wouldn't mind, but I never sleep well, Cos it evades me every night! And that's why; every morning! I look such a bloody sight! Then again, that's an excuse! Cos I look like this all the time! But you know what? Who cares! Cos I'm just me, and I do just fine! So when you come knocking on my door! And I drag myself from my room; Take stock of me, and know this! You will all look like this soon! Cos it's all age related!! Damn, someone should have told me! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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