Why We Get Up In The Morning

It is Saturday past Good Friday.

Sleeping in is where it’s at.

I forgot to close the bedroom door.

My wakeup is the cat.

I could let her out down the road.

To my daughter I could lie.

It’s a Slippery slope once we start.

Over spilled milk we don’t cry.

Dennis Mantin

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