A Weekday Morning
The sun plays peek-a-boo with blinds in my room.
I roll over in bed to the other side.
My alarm clock goes off with a whining boom.
I can no longer stay in my bed and hide.
It is the beginning of a brand new day.
There is no time to go outside, run, and play.
My job at a busy building calls my name.
The nation's economy is what I blame!
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