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To Smoke Before Bedtime

 At dinner for a start,

I ate a very fresh coconut.

Fearing my stomach upset

Ate a nice vinaigrette,

Then I ate a cake,

My mother baked.

To prevent constipation,

And for good digestion,

Rare sort of cheese I ate.

I ate a banana for a bet.

And to avoid the gases,

I ate some hens with lettuce.

To have a very deep sleep

I ate a very cheap sheep.

Smoked nicely...

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Bed Time

Bedtime

 

Do you ever lie there at night,

With memories running through your mind

of times gone by, to come, to never be?

I heard meditation lets you slow these down,

See all of them at once or not at all,

To just be there - thoughts floating through your mind

like tiny boats sailing the wind in a breeze,

Peacefully gliding through your consciousness

Like a kite rippl...

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Sleeplessness Blues

Sleeplessness Blues
 
Another day over,  I've done all my doin'
No problems or worries for my brain to be chewin'
Then bed starts to beckon, I'm sleepy, I'm yawning
I'll give it big Zzzzeds, but then without warning
I just can't shut down, the gears start to grind
Theres bings and googles, bingoogling my mind
Thoughts start to muster and add to the clutter
Hear every hea...

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Bedtime

 

Bedtime


Those days we wished

We hadn’t woken up,

Propped up with pillows

Perhaps, with our legs

Curled around the covers.


Arms folded appropriately

Around ourselves, holding

Chests in, pulling the guts

Spilling across the bed

Back into ourselves.


We talk then don’t talk,

And a quiet shudder or two

In the gutter was the onl...

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