Whisper, whisper, sleeping one,
window pane, morning sun.
Blankets pulled, pillowed head,
raise yourself, get dressed, get fed.
We leave in 40 so get on up,
coffee waits in your favorite cup.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2026 06:05
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Comments1
A poem of the school child I remember it well and it was not my favorite time or tune. Well written
Mine memory goes to my dad waking me up to go fishing.
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