Morning Muddle

Friday morning
Came with no warning.
The end of my sleep
Made me silently weep.

With a last minute dash
I’ve put out the trash
To meet the town’s pickup
With nary a hiccup.

Next, time to work
But as a possible perk
Plans for the day
Can all go astray.

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