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In the early morning on April fifth,
She rises early from her futon
And she says, “Hunger is to remind us
That we owe words of praise.”
In the pantry is a canister of oatmeal
But what she doesn’t know is it’s empty.
When she lifts it, it gives too fast;
In a box marked “crafts” is the new one.
She’s waking up earlier every day,
It doesn’t change what she’ll say.