Ready

This poem I wrote when my wife decided we would start getting up at 0500 to go for a walk. She even got a couple of the cousins to go with us.

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It’s time to get up, get out of my bed
I can’t seem to do it, my butt is like lead
Here with the clean sheets I want to be
Here where I feel so warm and comfy
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Get up I must, that is a fact that’s for sure
Get up and get my fat ass out the door
Today is the day that I go out for my walk
No more pretending and no more just talk
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Today is the first day of the brand new me
Something I’ve been waiting a long time to be
So I’ll get up, get dress and get ready to go
There’s no more putting it off until tomorrow
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I’m glad I got up, this turned out to be fun
I know I’ll lose the weight before it’s all done

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