Every morning, I wake up, preparing to fight another battle.
I strut to the battlefield and find myself armed with literary ammunition.
Time is always against me and it doesn't help that you're in a foreign land.
I'm slowly being buried beneath piles of print outs.
There are times when I feel like throwing in the towel but something keeps me going
at the end of the day.
A friendly call, a few chuckles, the love you bring.
And I wake up to a better morning.
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