To cold mornings

The temperature dropped a few degrees
makes you want to stay in bed
unfortunately you need to get to work
but you'd rather just sleep instead

So you look at the clock and wish away
hoping time could just stand still
while you steal a few minutes of sleep
if ever, if you only could until...

But then you give up all pretense of it
and resign yourself to your fate
the clock has gone on its merry way
and you realize you're now very late!

The End

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