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This is a poem that I saw in one of the breakrooms where I work. Enjoy.
I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill,
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun
It seemd his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed
Then slammed the window shut
And crushed his puny, little head.
Moral: I'm NOT a morning person!!
I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill,
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun
It seemd his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed
Then slammed the window shut
And crushed his puny, little head.
Moral: I'm NOT a morning person!!