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Late

I woke up late

Which I like and never hate

No alarms and not in a hurry

Taking things slow, I don’t have to scurry

My lazy day

Doing it the lazy way

I wish I could wake late everyday

If only it was always Sunday

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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