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No sleepI could barely see the ceiling fan as it blew cold air upon my face. I had been lying here for three hours, failing to succeed in my mission to sleep. I can only guess the reason is because The Sandman is currently caught in traffic.No sleep
“It amazes me for rubberneckers act as if they have never seen a wreck,” he muses, “Every time one occurs someone has to slow down to see what has happened. Every time I am forced to sit play catch up because no one realizes that it slows down traffic, causes more accidents, and annoys those in the rear.”
Who knows what else is running through his head. He could at th
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ComplexityHave I been here before Or have I before been somewhere else Quite like the place I here am now Can I place these misshaped faces Or have I misplaced the face that shapes The place, the destination amiss, that I now face I ask myself while puzzled Perplexed, in a state of disarray While confetti from scissored Papers fall scattered along the way Raining love letters never written Or love letters never written in the rain Perhaps letters written about love’s reign Is this designed to confuse you Or are you confused by this design Maybe you confuse thComplexity
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Lone Kentucky NightRaindrops fall from the blackened sky, descending one by one Cascading against window sill, their tired work is now done From the other side there one sits, busy contemplating A whispered sigh escapes his breath, his eyes so debating Not of life’s important message, nor governmental things No where can be seen in his mind, how angels got their wings Instead he muses ‘round the past, one message rules his thought One found, lost, and hoped to gain, wonders was it for naught Old photographs lead on the way, mentally consuming Every thought of them good or bad, overhead is looming &Lone Kentucky Night
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ForWhomTheWeddingBellsTollIt was the most beautiful of days As if the beginning of my life I was blessed in many diverse ways And not to mention a soon to be wifeForWhomTheWeddingBellsToll
Little did I know of a boy named Wyatt Who was forced to eat a health conscience diet As he walked with a girl he fancied…Hannah He tossed to the ground a peel of banana
Off to the place with the wedding bells ringing Not knowing it was my final hour Stopping to smell flora with birds singing Soon to be sent a wreath covered in flowers
I slipped on the peel and fell in the street Runaway steam roller broke
by ~mikeypain
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