Open Poetry #46 |
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boardom at night |
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kudanesh Member
since 2007-12-01
Posts 135Peterborough,England |
My eyes have swelled like balloons, Their no longer red their maroon. I should go to bed, But I play games in stead And cry when the sun drowns the moon. My head is all groggy and slow, Like a freight train caught in the snow. Thoughts trickle through my mind, Mulled over and refined, As the sun is starting to show. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Ah, but may you sleep well tonight. |
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Jesse Jaymz Senior Member
since 2000-01-24
Posts 708Youngstown, ohio |
Nights, where the problems of the day come back to haunt us and we find ourselves praying for daylight to come and wash the pain away. Liked this. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
My head is all groggy and slow, Like a freight train caught in the snow. Loved this, dear Andrew. Very good imagery. Love, Margherita |
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