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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!

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