I
think I might
Take
a nap while I write
It’s
just so hard
To
make up stuff
To
throw into the void
And
sleeping gets put off
And
today I am sleepy
Ever
since the breakfast potluck
With
lead filled delights
That settled into my shoes
And
made me all lethargic
So
I’ve been fighting it
All
day even
And
if it’s alright with you
I’m
gonna sit this one out
Let
the poem write itself
I’m
calling it in
I’d
just get in the way
I
hope it goes well
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