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by SMacca

The alarm clock sings

There she goes again

Presses snooze four or five times

Her lazy arse laying in

Can't quite believe her squinting eyes

Pretending it's not true

Longing for a lie-in once more

Just her & someone new

As the winter nights creep in 

Thoughts of undercover sin

Her toes are fighting cramp

Condensation dripped windows

Dehumidifier collecting damp

Morning tea whistling brew

Perhaps she will return to bed once more?

Still dreaming of her film crew

But alas it's not that simple

She must get up & walk to work

To earn a big fat dollar

Film Director, a total jerk

© SMacca 2012


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