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On Not Sleeping
by Joe CramerThis time I could not get my head in the bed.
No forboding, no eventual feeling of dread.
It was just that I could not fall asleep,
And of course, I never did weep.
I finally had a warm glass of milk,
So imagine my ire, just fathom my ilk.
12/11/2008 Author's Note: ... sometimes I just like the way that words look on a page.....
Posted on 12/11/2008
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