Burning The Midnight Oil Poem by Jerry Abrahamson
Burning The Midnight Oil
Oh, I love the way
I burn the midnight oil
And starting one's day
When most are finishing theirs
I love getting up
In the middle of the night
To keep in going
In the morning hours
I love going to sleep
With an idea on your mind
And waking up a little later
To draw up your idea
I love the way
People think about this
They don't ssee you working
They don't see the stress
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