I stay alert, I raise my hand. I get my rest, my eyes like saucers. I can go til lunch, my stomach full of... carbohydrate fuel. Spoon hits the bowl, I got my fill. Juice hits the spot, don't let it spill. I caught the bus (I waited there). I'm never late, got time to spare. The kids are lethargic, the Pop-Tarts don't cut it. They stare off, they trail off. Can't reach them (they're cut off).
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