The Night is Short


The night is short, the morning quick.
My sleepy head I just can’t lick.
My bed so warm, my pillow deep
Alarms go off and I still sleep.
I’m just a little sluggish, see
And hope Paige hasn’t given up on me.

See you Monday, fresh and early.

Signed,The Slug-Three-Doors-Down

                          ~by Kathryn Chapman

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