It's the wee hours of the morn,
I groan and my body complains.
I reach to silence the noise, oh
make the noise stop. My arm
doesn't cooperate and retaliates for
having been slept on. It is like a
dead tree stump. I flail at the clock.
I club the cat, the nightstand, the
lamp and finally
the clock.
Silence. Ahhhh.
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