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Originally Posted by Stitchawl
The dawn is breaking it's Friday morn.
My wife is saying go mow the lawn.
Already I'm so thirsty I could die.
So kiss me and smile for me.
Then please make me a cup of tea
English Breakfast will surly let me go.
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I highly doubt any good songs were ever written before 8 am...
Stitchawl
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Unless they were night owls and hadn't gone to sleep yet.