Thursday, 2 June 2005

The Morning Ritual

The sun rises
The tall still asleep
The dad came in…
And went
Hoi, lets go take your car!
Me: ncieuwcnu what? It’s 7-freaking-AM!!
ZzzZzzzZzZ…
Man, I need my OWN car.

The drive
The traffic jams
The morning tension
If only I own a helicopter
Then I can wake up a tad later
And give traffic reports
To earn extra cash.

The weather
The gloominess
The morning hunger
Sleep is all I can think of
Maggie mee breakfast
Milo-panas
Man, what sort of diet am I on?

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