The morning sunlight comes through the wind pane.
She rolls out of bed after a long night out.
Walking to the sink, she thinks about the rain.
Brush in mouth, she could have lounged about.
Looking for socks, she thinks about the snow.
Pouring coffee, she could’ve gotten frostbite.
Read the funnies, she does not really know
Look for keys, what excuse will she recite?
Stumble to the car, I’m too tired, yo.
Cruise down the highway, she dreads what might occurred
Mosey out of the car, should I have inferred.
Drag my feet to the door of the school
Maybe I should just forget about the cruel
Nothing could be worse than the day before
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