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Alarm Clock

 

 

The nightstand clock

to which I now allude

disturbed my good sleeping

put me in a bad mood

 

I was having fun dreaming

a great movie plot

then your blast interrupted

the rest I forgot

 

The dream so appealing

starring me in the lead

now I'll never know how

the dream would proceed

 

Your blare never charming

loud as a fog horn

in the future, have mercy

and temper your alarm.

 

◄ The Silent Treatment

Ghost Of A Poem ►

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julie callaghan

Tue 16th Mar 2021 12:33

I hate it when that happens?

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