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Tired was there again
Tired was there when he woke up in the morning,
As he lay there, it seemed to be on top of him.
Needless to say, it was very difficult for him to move.
Tired was there when he got out to the kitchen
and even beat him into the shower.
Tired was everywhere this morning.
As he pulled on his coat;
Tired seemed to be in the pockets.
Then as he reached for his things,
Tired stuck to his back.
Tired was coming in the door as he was going out,
and right away,
he could tell it was going to be a hard day.
After he got to school, the teacher looked straight at him
and said he mustn't come to schoool tired.
It wasn't fair to get angry at him like that.
He tried to get out alone but Tired followed him everywhere.
At recess when he was bold enough to swing on the monkey bars,
Tired pulled on his arms
until he fell and it knocked the wind out of him.
He cried quite a lot.
It was hard having Tired around.
When it was time to go home,
he pulled himself up into the
school bus and sat all by himself in the front seat, There
wasn't enough room for someone else and he knew Tired
wasn't going to move.
He didn't feel like talking anyway.
When he got home his mom saw them both, and mentioned
having a nap. He cried a bit. He didn't want to have a nap,
he just wanted Tired to leave him alone.
Maybe Tired could have a nap.
It didn't work.
Mom made them both go upstairs and lie down.
By J. McLeish
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