An overthought poem Snuggled up warm Snoozing cat near Glowing with the charm Of that final beer I’ve set the alarm, I sense sleep’s near But. Then I remember. That thing. You know the thing. Yeah, that’s the one. Forget it. Nope. It’s in there now. Shit. I think I may, I think I …
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The Words
Fingers patter on the keyboard, Like a quiet fall of rain. Some days I see the tale ahead But others I push in vain. I can drink a thousand coffees, Or try it now with wine. It makes no difference really, The words come in their own time. They see me sleeping happy, …
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