It's Too Early To Prite Woetry

It's too early to prite woetry,
It's only three a.m.
I haven't had my coffee yet,
I can't sit in the den.
I'm sitting on the toilet,
Where the light is awful dim.
I can't wake my husband ,
He's feeding the cows at five again.
I'm sitting priting woetry,
I'll be pretty near blind by then.

01-24-2016
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