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SLEEPLESS IN . . . , no not Seattle

Can’t sleep

So I’ll keep

On writing

Stop the fighting

The tossing and turning

And constant yearning

To fall asleep

Without a peep.

It’s like a run on sentence

Without ending, period

Words will rhyme

Why not time

That’s a question

Of my hesitation

To lay my head

Upon my bed

And there the sentence ends.

Oh my,

Oh why

Does my brain not sends,

Plural for more than once,

Understanding to me?

I have no pillow that I can see!

There it is on the floor

By the dresser drawer.

Must have been in a fight

Sometime earlier in the night.

Now I can lay my head

On the pillow on the bed.

Good night and sweet dreams I wish for myself. (It’s cloudy so I can’t wish upon a star.)

That’s enough!

Don’t make another peep!

It isn’t tough.

Close your eyes and go to sleep!

Do it now!!!!