Morning came too early.
Sun squint blinds me
in daylight agony.
poem-sun April 26, 2016
Morning came too early.
Sun squint blinds me
in daylight agony.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Keep the blinds pulled… 🙂
Sadly, one must rise and go work…
🙂
ah! it always comes too early! or at least too soon. Worse in the summertime.
So much worse.
And the whining puppy whose siren call pilfered my sleep did not endear me to him, no matter how cute he was with that waggy greeting from his kennel in the kitchen when I staggered in there!