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Wrong side of something

A bed has sides, for to
wake up on the wrong side of

my clock is alarmed, as am I,
amnesia of sleep trickery wins the day

my breakfast in bed is missing
in action, feared dead

my coffee is black, deserted
by milk, awol – again

my toast is burnt – a consequence of stubborn
refusal to budge

my dog is late for the great outdoors,
the kids are late for the bus

and I am too late,
she cried, as she waved her wooden leg.

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