Sunday morning

I am not a morning person.

Daily routine
The coffee maker's whirr
is how you get me to stir
It's promise of caffeine
Is what I need
I have to live through "morning"
Return to the warm embrace of evening
My days are for people, being a clone
And the night is freedom and mine alone

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