June 27, 2008
Pestering me, I can't get any sleep.
This lack of rest is making
me weep, it's making me weak
So I put it down in my book
of rhymes. Oh! look at the time!
I can't go to bed.
I got too many thoughts filling up
my head.
I feel a headache coming on. It's
time to go 'cause I'm
starting to yawn.
Sorry book, but I had to vent.
I wonder if this poem's done yet...

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