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The sun peeks through the blind

until your eyes it does find.

You take a peek at the clock

Eyes open wide in shock

Oh God, It failed to ring,

Why do I keep that cursed thing,

Now you are oh so late

In bed you can not lay,

jumping up, you run for the shower

so you will be sweet as a flower.

Dress quickly and run out to the car

But you don't get very far,

when you hear yourself say

"Damn, I don't have to go to work, It is Saturday."