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This morning dawned so crisp and bright,
Yet still the wind blew, out of spite,
The rain did fall upon my head,
I wished that I'd stayed home in bed.

At work the hours passed oh, so slow,
Before the clock said, 'time to go',
I slog my guts out every day,
But manual work just doesn't pay.

The week has passed and playtime's here,
And all I do is drink more beer,
What happened to my former life?
It must have left me, wae the wife!

The kids she took and moved away,
I'll maybe see them Saturday,
I sit alone and wonder why,
My life has surely passed me by.

And then my mind begins to stray,
A writer, I could be one day,
It's not too late to start anew,
So that's exactly what I'll do.

A smile has spread across my face,
My heart is beating with such pace,
When I hit 'send' then this will go,
To all the readers of 'Now You Know'.