Went to bed early, as the last day neared
My deadline for my Fringe registration
Or pay a hundred pounds more. As I geared
Myself up to get up early next morn
To register, the time went by, toss, turn
I turned off the alarm, I couldn't rise
That early now, I'd be too tired to form
Thoughts, register, or work. Strange how the eyes
Don't close when you're exhausted, and worries
Are playing on your mind. Though it seemed weird
All I could do was get out of bed, worn
Out as I was, and do the Fringe form. Prize?
Saving a hundred. My logo appeared
And wrote my copy. So relieved it's done!
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