At a crack of dawn

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Staggered out of bed at a crack of dawn
As he stretch his arm and have a huge yawn
Too much spirit, never again, he promise
As he could be a stubborn or annoying cuss
Awake at a strange place in a tilted angle
Ah, her soft voice stopped his babble
Then smile at the thought of last night
They had a good time, as he was her knight
Hampered by clothes astray in the room
He’s got to be there again and they resume
Instinct says he needs some fresh breeze
And can he have a cup of coffee, please?

For: Tale Weaver #111: the lighter side 16.03.17, Instinct

Other “instinct” posts:
https://my365lifesite.wordpress.com/2017/03/15/march-15/
https://shewrites170.wordpress.com/2017/03/15/give-it-to-get-it/
https://xversusz.wordpress.com/2017/03/15/daily-promt-instinct/
https://erintypes.wordpress.com/2017/03/15/instinct/
https://novemberchildblog.wordpress.com/2017/03/15/nostalgia/

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