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Lament of the Paranoid Insomniac
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Lament of the Paranoid Insomniac |
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Dom Mart Member
since 1999-08-17
Posts 164Florida |
On a pillow at night lies my head. The eyes are closed that are in it. A procession of things I dread Knock it about and spin it. I dread that the car that I own Was a lemon when I bought it. I fear I may choke on a bone. I fear an IRS audit. Ten thousand diseases or more Buzz around for me to contract. I might slip as I walk through my door And wind up with my iliac cracked. I know that I'm under a curse. Surely the whirlwind I'll reap. That's dreadful enough, but what's worse-- I'll do it without any sleep. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
LOL..loved the title, that drew me in. And then I loved every paranoid verse! Good one!  |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
I liked this Dom ... I relate a little too well to it perhaps! Many a sleepless night dwelling on the unchangeable ... thanks for the chuckle at myself!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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