Good Morning It's 6am and my kids are awake, Rising from bed, My back starts to ache, Dressing gown on, breakfast to make. We all go downstairs, Rubbing our eyes, Start eating cereal, Upon weary chairs. Molly wants to read her new book, I know I should help, But my brain's in a rut. The TV throws out some random toon, 10pm can't come too soon. Then I can trudge back up to bed, And lay down this ever-tired head.
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