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        I got up early, but I got to work late.



        Maybe it was last night's dinner pork.

        Maybe it was all the work I brought home, but was never alone to do.  OO.

        Maybe it was my late night flight in from New York.

        Maybe it was the late, late, dinner last night I

        had with a fork.

        Maybe it was all the time I spent last night playing the computer game, Zork.



        I got up early, but I got to work late.



   Maybe it was the letter I was writing last night to a woman

   from my past.  A relationship that did not last.

        It was a Dear Jane letter.

        On her, I wanted to shut the gate.

        Her, I really hate.

        Her, I did not want to be near, anymore.

        Yep, I guess it was fate.



        Whatever it was.  Oh, whatever it was.

        I got up early, but I got to work late.



        After last night, I was in a terrible state.

       Maybe it was being up all night with my friend, Nate.

       Maybe it was being up all night with my friend, Kate.

       Maybe it was being up all night with my friend, Tate.

     Yes, and for the bus, a long time, I had to wait.    

    All this morning, I knew I was going to be late,

        My heart was going at a fast rate.

      

        I got up early, but I got to work late.