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Monday; 3 O'Clock AM
October 16, 2017
My mind is fried,
My hands have died,
My strength long gone,
My eyes, "so long!"
I write these lines,
With not much time
And type away
And almost sway
Into that sleep,
That faithful sleep.
But I must type
And still must write.
© Kelly G., Norwell, MA
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Every Monday for creative writing, we had to submit any piece of literature we've written over the week, be it short story or poem. As the title suggests, we can all imagine what happened that very early Monday morning.