Morning....
bell is ringing as I was sleeping;
bathing and washing,
running plus walking....
One poem that I was presenting,
Two graphs of I was showing;
Three kinds of clappings were responging,
Four plus plus that I was dreaming...
After presenting,
Everything was peace;
As the blood pressure was decreasing,
my weight as light as a paper piece.
Eric, the one I asked for breakfast for celebrating,
As he didn't pick up the phone;
Is the fate that lonely happy meal was i having,
Happy covered lonely that addicted by the recreation horn.
Created by NIght anGel........
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