Sunday sort of sidles up
With no particular point of view
Allowing sleep pretenders
Thinking nothing much to do
Blanket snuggled on a pillow pressed
Now the dreaming all but done
As wishful thinking surfaces
We let the urgent bladder run
Staggering back to Sunday sleep
After stirring dared to shake
Half-hearted senses irritate
Breakfast thoughts now wide awake
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