Sunday has come

I wake to the whistle of the 5am cha-clanging the tracks east or west I am not sure.  I have a few minutes before I make my move, should I decide to do it, so I thought I’d exercise my brain a bit to say to all “A good day to ya”.

The night of relentless sleep is now over, what a battle it was, who won?  I do not think it was me.

Sunday has come, and I am awake.

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