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To My 8 A.M.s:


Up! We are Up! I cheer myself to rise At the crack of seven-twenty, ‘Fore the sun has hit the skies,

On a wonderous new Monday, I’m triumphantly awake In sheer elation for the 8am that I – with no especially strong feelings – Take.

A truly magical day awaits, that starts at lovely number 8.

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Up! We are Up! I beg myself to rise At the hour of seven-forty, Peeling crust from out my eyes,

On a magical new Wednesday I have once again arose For an 8 am that I, against all reasoning, I chose.

A sorry start turned out okay – at least it started at 8 today.

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Fuck!

I am up, I am up, I have no idea the time I’ve stumbled from a cloud of dreams Into this lumpy bed of mine

And fuck! Oh fuck! It is well beyond the time When I should’ve shambled out to class An hour ago from 9!

But…

Before I leave my sunny dorm, I’ll take a little rest. A half an hour all my own, And I am at my best.