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By Bob McNeil     You get used to the sun laughing at your inability to rise.  Your clock is jocular as well, chortling between bells at you.  Each annoying tintinnabular sound is there to rouse you. All of the clock’s attempts are to no avail.  Coffin-lid-rigid, you continue lying on your bed. Unconcerned with the alarm, … Continue reading You