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Circadian Rhythm
Tossing and turning,
I'm stuck in my bed.
Twisting and rolling,
With a vice on my head.
I'm missing the fun,
And appointments with life.
But I sleep through the day,
And I pace through the night.
Check the time, what's the time?
My head is too heavy!
Hearing rush hour traffic...
Is it Monday already?
Who's knocking!? Stop knocking
At noon with your fist!
Your a scoundrel to bug me,
So early like this!
And unwelcome sunlight,
Has my tired brain scheming,
To get to my bed,
Where I could be dreaming.
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
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