.The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor,
My raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore
And I won't have much to say, if I don't return.
Easy risers don't give into pleas,
They don't take mess from the sleepy streets
And the abacus says, 'keep on counting...'
Th.
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