It's late at night
I want to write
But body says
It's time to rest
My mind slows down
My full lips frown
The words won't come
My pen is mum
My body sags
My rhyming gags
My eyelids droop
I know I'm duped
Prepare for bed
I lay my head
Cool sheets feel nice
My dreams entice
While in deep sleep
New stories creep
Into my dreams
New ideas teem
When I awake
My pen I take
I scribble fast
Whiles ideas last
No longer fight
A sleepy night
No longer gripe
For dreamland ripe
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Lyrical Porch II
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