Posted by Upul Gamage in

I feel too lazy since the environment is misty and too cold.
Birds are disturbing me by making their sounds.
Mother and father say "get up, get up" you are getting late to school but I need to sleep more.
The water is too cool, it doesn't allow me to wash my face.
What is this morning hell?

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Good effort guy...

December 7, 2008 at 12:58 AM

prose or poetry or pottery

October 8, 2009 at 2:40 AM

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