Morning person?
Everyone else still lies abead,
And I just want to rest my head,
But I must get up at seven.
There's to get ready,
And homeschooling to be done.
'Tis wintertime,
And I get up before the sun.
I wait for him
To rise each day.
He's up now,
At seven thirty-two.
Wish I could sleep in that late,
But I have school to do.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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