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A poet's sleepless night
I find myself yawning again and again,ย
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,ย
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
Next, I turn and lie flat on my back,ย
But, of any sleep, there is still a lack.
I lie there, looking up at the ceiling:ย
Pretty drained, is how I am feeling.
I wish my system would just slow down,ย
But, through my mind, th...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 8:24 am
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