January 27 2015
I'm up before you,
I'm up after you,
Burning the midnight oil
As if I didn't toil.
Burning the wick
On both ends,
No wonder I'm
Always sick.
Roy's very silly
Always "willy-nilly"
Playing with no
Rhyme or reason.
He bull-dozes us
'Til we want to cuss,
Then they're both
Up at two,
So what do you do?
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