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Somnolent Whining Senyru String
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Somnolent Whining Senyru String |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! 
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Nights that I can't sleep I might eat crispy salads As a midnight snack Diet Pepsi in hand I turn on the computer And try to write While crunching pea pods And tasting cool lettuce leaves Wish I were tired I try not to think of that noisy alarm clock buzzing in four hours I tried counting sheep But lost my place too often And, darn, those sheep stunk (stank?) No one really cares if they stank or stunk or stinked You are all asleep Some friends you are anyway Love, Alison |
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Capricious Member
since 2002-09-14
Posts 89California, USA |
I don't sleep nights anymore (having accepted that my nature is the sort that loves to watch the sun rise right before bed) For a while, I rose with the chickens, thinking that it was right and proper, that 'I would get used to it' -- once I made it to about noon, I would get past the feeling of being tortured. But that alarm clock! Oh, the violence I dreamed of visiting upon that hateful instrument ... glaring at me redly like some demon at three am, when my mind wouldn't stop, then howling with sadistic glee a half hour after sleep finally claimed me sending me blinking and muttering to the shower plotting electronic murder. No amount of coffee Could ever make me a morning person. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Oh, sweet somnolent Alison, may the morning find you crisp and fragrant as I love to imagine you! This was a lovely bringer of smiles.  In your cold skies populated with candid sheep can any smells ever reach your nose? Love you, Margherita  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ain't dat da truff, Alison, everybody asleep while you were munching on rabbit food. It is a cruel world. ~ Plastic surgeons are always making mountains out of molehills. ~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
I was up at 3am, my friend and I ....'didn't smell no stinking sheep!! ' Understand your ' pain ' though... loved this... j. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I feel baaaaad for you Alison. To baaaaad the sheep didn't work. xoxoLori |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
somnolency sucks huh...I was somnolent for a whole day once...getting laid is so much better all the way around..*grin) cool stuff little one |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
good one! ... been there/done that WAY too many times ... even my insomnia has insomnia! " ... to sleep, perchance to dream ... " |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Well I just breathe deep and pray for sleep. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. Fun poem, even if you weren't exactly having fun yet. |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Alison, I think "morning people" are a myth promulgated by the military industrial complex in order to make servants of us all. I say damn the clock and the torpedoes and I'll eat fruit loops anytime I want, and, just how do you know I was sleeping? Doc |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Capricious, Loved your response. Thank you for making me smile. Alison - Margherita, We are having warm days now in spring - up to 76 F today. So, yes, those sheep can stick up a night. Love, Alison - Yep, JP, sucks to be me. A - Jimmy, All the sheep were up here - that's why there were none for you to smell, my friend. Alison - Lori, It was baaaaaad. So baaaaad. Alison - DS, Sheep and laid -- now there's an image I want erased from my brain. Honest. A - Bruce, I know. It's such a pain, huh. Alison - Yep, Blusey one, I do that breathing thing too ... but sometimes it just doesn't work out for me. Alison - And damn that lumpy oatmeal, Doc. I heard you snoring. A |
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